Claiming His Omega

By Ashlyn Hunter

Dylan will do anything to avoid taking over his father's pack, including mate the first omega he finds to start one of his own. So when an old friend joins him in the laundry room, Dylan's sure fate has a part to play in it. That is until he realizes the birth control pills he found in the dryer belong to Jay, who wants nothing to do with mating or pack life.

Or so Dylan thinks.

Two weeks later, he finds the same pills in the dryer along with Jay's apartment number.

And this time, Jay's in heat.

Will he accept Dylan's mating bite, or is this fox playing tricks on an alpha's heart?

Claiming His Omega is a friends to lovers gay romance with a HEA and no cliffhangers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashlyn Hunter
• Release date: Aug 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386229049

Book preview

Chapter One

Jay

My first mistake was moving into a building full of wolves. The second was thinking my suppressants could keep them away. But my biggest mistake happened on laundry day. I’d been in such a hurry to get in and out of the basement, I’d forgotten to clean out the pockets of my jeans. I know what you’re thinking and it wasn’t a pen. It was much, much worse.

Icy panic coiled around my spine once I realized my suppressants were missing. Even after folding the laundry, I couldn’t find the blue pills anywhere.

I’m screwed. So very, very screwed.

I ran my hands through my hair and paced around the kitchen. My heat wouldn’t set in for a few days, but my insurance had lapsed since my move and I wouldn’t be able to get more until the end of the month. I needed those pills!

Every second that passed while I turned my apartment upside down, the fox inside me clawed to get out. To set traps, tricks, and hide away.

I never should’ve moved into a building full of wolves.

If I were a blue pill, where would I hide?

I swallowed hard and turned over the couch cushions. Not there.

Try the bed, my fox offered, sending us into the bedroom.

After removing the fitted sheets, blankets, and pillowcases, I was no closer to calming my nerves than before. Thinking back, I knew I’d taken my pill yesterday, but where the hell had I stored the rest?

They must’ve been in my pocket.

Maybe they’re still down there.

Meaning the laundry room.

Fuck.

Taking a breath to steady my nerves, I looked at the bedsheets crumpled on the floor. They smelled clean but I decided to throw them into my washing basket anyway just in case I ran into someone on my way down.

I’d made a habit of leaving my apartment when the wolves were asleep, but that was in the middle of the night, not halfway into the morning. Waiting until nightfall wasn’t an option. The longer I waited, the worse my anxiety would get. Not to mention the possibility of losing the pills if they were down there.

Loading the laundry basket as high as it would go, I propped