With a little luck, p.1
With a Little Luck, page 1
part #3 of A Very Pregnant Omega Finds Her Pack Series
With A Little Luck
A Very Pregnant Omega Finds Her Pack
Jillian West
Copyright © 2025 by Jillian West
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Cover by CBC Designs
Contents
World Information
Soul Match Lore
Author’s Note
Prologue
Chapter 1
Quincy
Chapter 2
Quincy
Chapter 3
Quincy
Chapter 4
Ridge
Chapter 5
Quincy
Chapter 6
Hartley
Chapter 7
Quincy
Chapter 8
Trigg
Chapter 9
Quincy
Chapter 10
Hartley
Chapter 11
Quincy
Chapter 12
Quincy
Chapter 13
Quincy
Chapter 14
Ridge
Chapter 15
Ridge
Chapter 16
Quincy
Chapter 17
Trigg
Chapter 18
Quincy
Chapter 19
Ridge
Chapter 20
Quincy
Chapter 21
Trigg
Chapter 22
Quincy
Chapter 23
Hartley
Chapter 24
Quincy
Chapter 25
Quincy
Chapter 26
Trigg
Chapter 27
Quincy
Chapter 28
Trigg
Chapter 29
Trigg
Chapter 30
Hartley
Chapter 31
Hartley
Chapter 32
Ridge
Chapter 33
Hartley
Chapter 34
Hartley
Chapter 35
Quincy
Chapter 36
Ridge
Chapter 37
Trigg
Chapter 38
Quincy
Chapter 39
Ridge
Chapter 40
Quincy
Chapter 41
Quincy
Chapter 42
Trigg
Chapter 43
Quincy
Chapter 44
Hartley
Chapter 45
Quincy
Chapter 46
Trigg
Chapter 47
Trigg
Chapter 48
Quincy
Chapter 49
Ridge
Chapter 50
Trigg
Chapter 51
Hartley
Epilogue
Epilogue
Epilogue
Thank You!!
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World Information
This book is set in an alternate universe.
You will recognize many things as familiar, but there may be a few you don’t. If you recognize the terms alpha, beta, omega then you’re probably good.
If not, welcome to the omegaverse!
Here’s a small bit to get you started if you’re unfamiliar with how things work.
Omegaverse is an alternate universe where similar to wolves or animal biology there is a hierarchy. Alphas are at the top. They’re generally bigger, more aggressive, or dominant and they have a few extra features like a knot (think wolves but no shifting).
Betas are the regular humans.
Omegas are the opposite side of the spectrum from alphas. They tend to be less aggressive, smaller, and they mate with alphas (and sometimes betas too, but omegas need alphas to help them through their heat). Alphas and omegas have scents which attract compatible mates. Omegas calm an alpha’s more aggressive nature.
At least in my contemporary omegaverse books, the world is very close to ours with just a few biological drives that are different & some extra features like alphas have knots & purr to comfort omegas, omegas and alphas have pheromones that attract compatible mates, and omegas have a heat cycle where they’re super fertile. During this time it sends compatible alphas into rut. (Lots of practicing making babies.)
A few hundred years ago the birth rates for alphas and omegas were nearly equal. Nowadays there are nearly eight alphas born to each omega. As a result alpha packs have become the norm. Omegas are the center of the pack and as mentioned earlier calm an alphas more aggressive nature. Betas (the normal humans) do join packs sometimes, but their biological drives don’t demand it like alphas and omegas.
These alphas growl and snarl, but you’ll find no abuse from these men. There are no shifters in this book. The designations alpha and omega are influenced heavily by their instincts or impulses. These words are used interchangeably to describe the differences in their biological make up since this is an alternate universe. This is a reverse harem romance meaning our heroine will not choose between her love interests. She gets to keep them all.
I hope this helps clarify. You can always reach out to me via social media or email & I’m happy to explain further.
Soul Match Lore
If you’ve been reading my books for a while, you may have noticed the soul match scent. If either the omega or one of the alphas describe the other’s scent as electric, lightning, or the weather before a bad storm this is indicating they have a soul match bond. (Even if the characters don’t know the lore/history behind it, it’s a fun Easter egg for you as readers to know what it means.)
A soul match is one step up from a scent match, and those characters will be drawn together even more fully than scent matches. They often feel a magnetic pull to touch each other when they’re close. The omega will be able to sense that alpha’s emotions more easily than others. It makes it incredibly difficult to fight their instincts, and they’re happiest when they’re physically close together. They get each other on a level that is difficult to understand.
Some characters will know the lore about this as it was passed down to them through the generations while others might not.
Author’s Note
With A Little Luck is a standalone with no cliffhanger. It’s set in the same world as No Escape and One Way Out. You will see past characters from that duet pop up in With A Little Luck, but it was written with the intent that it can be read independently.
If you do plan on reading them, I’ll offer my recommended reading order:
No Escape/One Way Out
With A Little Luck
This will prevent you seeing spoilers, but if you don’t ever plan to read them, you’re good to jump in here.
This is a character driven plot. The main focus is on how Quincy builds her pack with a side of action to keep it interesting. It should be relatively safe for all my readers with reading anxiety as it was purposely written to be low angst. There are a few stressful scenes, but we don’t linger and anything that comes up is addressed quickly.
>>>Spoilers After This Point<<<
There is no cheating, no OW drama, and no third act breakup.
Here’s what you will find: death of an elderly grandparent, cheating (an ex of a main character, not a pack member), pregnancy, minor pregnancy complications (the same condition that you’ve seen in several of my other books where the omega is touch starved/needs alpha pheromones), on page delivery (pretty mild compared to past books), murder and humorous torture shown on page, stalking by a love interest (the romantic kind, but it does push the line of creepy stalking), somno, major injury to main character (that they do recover from).
Mental health is important! I always want my readers to know what to expect. If you have any questions or need something clarified please reach out through email or social media.
I’m happy to answer any questions you may have!! If I’ve missed any things that should be listed please reach out to me. I’m happy to correct it.
Prologue
Quincy
My stomach wobbles as I glance between Donna, my gran’s care nurse, and the front door.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” I ask, running my hands down the sides of my dress.
God, I really need a night to myself, but if she says no, I’ll change back into my pajamas and binge terrible reality TV.
I might cry if that comes to pass.
I’ll still do it, though.
I’m starting to get a twinge of caregiver burnout, and I don’t even have it all that bad.
Donna chuckles, rolling her dark brown eyes. “I can take care of her as easily at night as I can during the day.” She shrugs. “It helps that I don’t have to work tomorrow. Go on, get out of here. You deserve a night to yourself.”
She points at the front door, and my teeth dig into my lower lip. I had no idea how hard being a caregiver would be. My mom and her parents were never particularly close, and she wasn’t willing to come to Vermont to look after Gran, so I did.
It’s been okay.
A little awkward, since I grew up in Florida and only got to see her a few times throughout my childhood.
But that’s what
You look out for each other.
Gran is the last one left in her family pack, and losing her last bondmate six months ago was rough. Physically, she’s still trucking along, but emotionally, it’s clear she’s ready to be with my grandpas.
I thought I would come and support Gran until her time comes, then take my backside right back to Florida.
I never planned to meet anyone while I was here.
I’m not sure I’m hardcore enough to brave the Vermont winter, but meeting Pete made me question if maybe I could tough it out.
When Gran needed less help, I was able to see him two or three nights a week. The last two months, I’ve barely been able to get away, at least at night. Five days a week, Donna is at the house to help out, but Pete works during the day, making coordinating our schedules difficult.
He’s been distant the last few weeks—maybe longer, if I’m being truthful with myself.
My plan to swing by his office at closing to invite him out to dinner, just the two of us, seemed fun at first. Now, I’m nervous. What if he thinks I’m a total weirdo for dropping by unannounced?
“You better get your rear end in gear before you procrastinate for so long that you miss him,” Donna says, startling me out of my thoughts.
“Thank you. Call me if you need anything.” And with that, I bolt toward the door.
Leaving the house tonight was my first mistake.
I had a bad feeling, and that pit in my gut was right. I never should have second-guessed my intuition.
I swipe my hand under my eyes, frowning at the mascara smudging the side of my pointer finger.
Crying is ridiculous.
Embarrassing, really.
Pete and I weren’t together long enough for it to even matter.
My head shakes violently as I try to force away the image of what I walked in on when I showed up to surprise him.
Honestly, this is a good thing.
I’d much rather know now that he’s an unfaithful dick than to learn it years down the road.
I can’t believe I considered staying here just to be with him.
My hand wraps around the metal door handle, and a whoosh of air smacks me in the face. It’s loud before I even take a step inside the bar, but I refuse to go back to Gran’s house to cry alone.
I’m sure the beautiful blonde who was on her knees for Pete is busy wiping away his nonexistent tears.
I need a beer or two, but definitely not three. Then I’ll call a rideshare, grab some greasy takeout, and eat it at home in bed while lamenting all men are garbage.
Okay, fine.
Not all men.
Just Pete.
Okay, maybe it is all men.
I thought the red eyes, mascara stains, and general please don’t approach me energy I’ve been exuding would get the point across.
I’m clearly not interested, but the two guys who haven’t left me alone since I sat down at the bar don’t seem to be picking up what I’m putting down.
“Come on, darlin’, let us help cheer you up,” the guy on my right says, leaning even closer to my barstool.
His friend took the seat to my left, and he’s a little too close for comfort. They both are, actually. No part of me enjoys being pinned in with one of them on either side.
Their scents aren’t appealing to my senses, but they must be drawn to mine.
It’s the curse of being an omega.
Well, that and having to deal with heats every three months.
I’ve taken suppressants on and off since my first heat started when I was twenty, but they’ve been noticeably less effective lately. As soon as everything is handled here in Vermont, I’m going to have to consider going to one of those omega centers to be matched.
And you almost let Pete talk you into going off suppressants.
How foolish do you feel now?
Huh, Quincy?
More than foolish.
I think I feel a little defeated. It’s not supposed to be this hard for an omega to find alphas, but I’ve had really shitty luck.
“Why don’t you let us take your mind off whatever has your panties in a twist?” the man on my left says with an obnoxious laugh.
I am nowhere near drunk enough for that.
Pushing my feet to the floor, I shove myself out of my barstool and push it back. “Excuse me. I need the restroom.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll watch your drink for you,” the guy on the right says.
No way in hell will I be touching that thing again.
I use the restroom, wash my hands, and try to pull up the rideshare app on my phone. Sadly, I have almost no signal in the bar, and the screen stays frozen until I get frustrated and give up. Peeking out the door, I give a cursory glance around.
It’s only a vague plan, but if they’re waiting for me, I intend to slam the door and lock it before they can get in. Only they aren’t lingering outside the bathroom.
At least, not anywhere that I can see from opening the door two inches and peeking around. Rolling my shoulders back, I give myself a mini pep talk. I can’t stay trapped in here forever, and if I take too long, they could come looking for me.
I exit the bathroom and head down the hallway until it spills into the weird area with the bar on my right and a few booths on my left. It’s less busy here than at the front of the bar, likely because the dance floor is in that direction.
I frown, stopping dead in my tracks.
The guys from earlier linger near the front edge of the bar. To get to the exit, I’ll have to walk right past them.
Dammit.
Why hasn’t anyone stepped in to ask them to stop being creepy assholes?
Probably because no one noticed.
Maybe if I had made a scene, someone would have interceded, but the last thing I need tonight is more drama.
Glancing around, I check for any new parties of women having a girl’s night.
I don’t care if it would be weird.
I would go over and join them.
Girl code says you take in any random woman being harassed by creeps. There’s safety in numbers, but I don’t see any groups of women.
I really should have stayed home tonight.
Okay, I guess I’m going to have to walk closer to the front and use my phone there while ignoring those guys. That, or go up to the bar and ask if they have a bouncer.
I take off down the corridor, but the men walk toward me at the exact same time.
A whimper escapes my lips.
I don’t know what to do, but my instincts scream to run. Spinning around, I prepare to hightail it back to the women’s room until I spot two men sitting at one of the booths on the wall.
The man on my left is huge, with broad shoulders and a plethora of tattoos covering his arms, neck, and chest—at least, what I can see around his T-shirt. He has short dark hair that’s longer on top and shaved close on the sides, stubble, and he’s wearing aviator sunglasses…inside the bar.
He looks more intimidating than the guys who won’t leave me alone, and that means he can scare them off.
The man laughs and says something to the guy across from him before tipping his beer to his thick lips.
I stumble up to the side of their table and slide into the booth next to the big guy. “I’m sorry to bother you. Can I sit here? Just long enough for those guys to leave me alone, then I promise I’ll go.”
“Of course you can.” His gaze darts between me and the guys who are still meandering closer. “Let’s move you over here. That way, if they decide to come say hello, I’m between you and them.”
