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UNBONDED
A Reverse Harem Omegaverse
By Roxy Collins
Copyright 2025 Roxy Collins
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UNBONDED is a full-length standalone omegaverse reverse harem romance in the Pack’s Companion world. It is recommended for 18+ due to mature language, and sexual situations, including male/male interactions. See the Author’s Note for tropes and trigger warnings.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Here’s a quick peek into the world you’re about to enter:
Omegaverse – this book is all about omegas, with the heats, adaptive body parts, and knotting associated with this genre. If you are not sure what that means, the Omegaverse is an alternate universe where humans fit into three categories – alphas, betas, or omegas – and have both human and animalistic traits. Relationships are often driven by the sexual, beast-like connection formed between alphas and omegas. If you don’t enjoy people acting on impulse, instinct, and animal attraction, this book won’t be for you!
Shifters – there are NO werewolves in this Omegaverse. When the characters talk about their beast or their alpha/beta/omega, they are referring to their designation. If you like shifters in your omegaverse, try my Blood Brothers series.
Reverse Harem / Poly Relationships – this is a ‘why choose’ story, so the female main character will end up with more than one partner. This is a poly pack, which means that all of the characters are sexually intimate and have complex relationships with each other. It’s also important to me that ALL characters feel loved and accepted. In other words, no character gets left behind.
Steam – There are lots of spicy bits in this book. It begins as a slow(ish) burn, but there are multiple group scenes (and positions!) There are two detailed heats in this book where the objective of the pack is to ensure the omega is well and truly satisfied.
Neurodivergence – one of the main characters in the book has an undiagnosed neurodivergence. This is not intended to whitewash the struggles and successes of people on the spectrum. I have the utmost respect for people who think differently, as it is a state of mind that allows me to hyperfocus, but I am also aware of other aspects of the condition. One of my most vivid childhood memories was looking in the mirror to teach myself how to look “normal” – and masking took up more time and energy than any child should have to sacrifice. In summary, the neurodivergence representation in this book is an HEA for a character who deserves to be himself – as simple as that.
TRIGGER WARNINGS
Please take care if you are sensitive to any of the following:
Violence and discussions of violence, including some on-page references. There is also a vengeance trope in this story, so expect kidnapping of the main character, physical threats to her person, and some nasty people meeting a messy (but not overly descriptive) end.
Descriptions of relationship breakdown, abandonment, and blackmail, including the loss of free will due to alpha commands (not against the fmc).
Consensual sexual acts, including poly relationships, and omega heat with multiple partners
Bad language of all stripes, including lots of explicit dirty talk!
Contents
AUTHOR’S NOTE
TRIGGER WARNINGS
PROLOGUE - KATE
CHAPTER ONE - KATE
CHAPTER TWO - KATE
CHAPTER THREE - KATE
CHAPTER FOUR - DASH
CHAPTER FIVE - KATE
CHAPTER SIX - KATE
CHAPTER SEVEN - BRAM
CHAPTER EIGHT - KATE
CHAPTER NINE - KATE
CHAPTER TEN - KATE
CHAPTER ELEVEN - LACHLAN
CHAPTER TWELVE - KATE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - KATE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - DASH
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - KATE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - KATE
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - DASH
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - LACHLAN
CHAPTER NINETEEN - CORBUS
CHAPTER TWENTY - KATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - BRAM
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - KATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - KATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - LACHLAN
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - BRAM
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - KATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - KATE
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT- CORBUS
EPILOGUE - KATE
Further Reading
Acknowledgements – Roxy’s Readerverse Rocks!
PROLOGUE - KATE
“Stop fiddling with your clothes, Kate. You look fine.”
“Not as fine as your boss,” I mutter, casting the other omega an envious glance. Suzanna LaGrange is old money, born into one of the richest packs in New York. She inherited not only the investment firm where Lee works as a junior associate, but also this sprawling estate in the swanky part of Long Island. All around us are elegant marble statues, sumptuous rose bushes, and immaculate lawns that sweep down to the ocean like bolts of green velvet. It’s a beautiful backdrop, but Lee didn’t say anything about it being a garden party, which means my plum-toned pantsuit stands out like a bruise against all the pink and white chiffon dresses. “A heads up would have been nice. I could have borrowed one of the spring bonding gowns, especially if Florence knew half the city’s elite would be here.”
Florence is my boss at Sweet Eternity, where I design gowns, suits, and accessories for a pack’s special day. It’s my dream to one day open my own bonding store, although that’s a few years off since Lee is still working his way up at the firm.
At least he’s wearing one of my designs. His navy suit brings out the gold flecks in his blue eyes, and I feel a familiar flutter of pride as Suzanna’s gaze lands on us for about the fifth time since we arrived. She has that classic Hollywood glamor with her long red hair and pale skin, her mint green gown a perfect foil to her striking looks. A willowy version of Jessica Rabbit pops into my head and I can’t resist reaching up and straightening the silky knot in Lee’s tie. “Meanwhile, you look so handsome even your boss can’t keep her eyes off you.”
Lee huffs at my teasing, his spicy scent souring in my nose. He’s in the process of flagging down a server, and as he hands me a glass of champagne, it sloshes over the top of the crystal flute and splatters my wrist. I shoot him a surprised glance, but before I can complain, he’s steering me away from the crowd of his coworkers, his fingers digging into the point of my elbow. I’m suddenly glad I’m wearing wedges, because we’re cutting across a mile of spongy lawn that would no doubt swallow his boss’ four-inch heels. “Lee! Slow down. Where are you dragging me?”
“Just over here. I thought you’d like to see the pool.”
I snort and look around for somewhere to put my drink. My stomach is so empty, I’m afraid that after a few more sips, I’ll start singing for my supper - literally. “What I’d like to see is a platter of appetizers that are bigger than my pinkie nail. Why are rich people so stingy when it comes to party food?”
“Kate, can you just give it a rest?” Lee snaps, running an irritated hand through his hair as he drags me along. He’s started wearing it slicked back in a severe style, and while it gives him an older, more sophisticated look, his fingers keep snagging on the tacky product. “I told you not to come. I knew this wouldn’t be your scene.”
He did. Repeatedly. But this would be the third weekend in a row where he was busy with a work function, and I was starting to forget his scent.
I tug on his arm now, pulling him to a stop beside a gleaming swimming pool shaped like an oversized kidney bean. We haven’t been given a tour of the estate, but I’m guessing the fancy building next to us is the pool house. It’s bigger than our first apartment, but I can see the appeal for rich kids who want their independence wrapped in all the comforts of home…
When I spy something through the doorway, the wry smile on my face fades into a frown. “Lee, why is your gym bag here?”
There are a couple of other guests out enjoying the pool area, but at my sharp tone they melt away like rain. Although, that might just be my narrowing vision, because every atom in my body is focused on the pool house door. It’s frosted for privacy, but ajar enough for me to see Lee’s duffel bag with the Gucci logo on the side. I teased him mercilessly for buying such an expensive bag just to cart around his smelly workout gear, but the last thing I feel like doing is laughing as I spy the fancy swim trunks he bought in Hawaii last year. They’ve been tossed carelessly across the back of a chair, right next to a tiny cherry red bikini that would look obscene on my curves.
“What bag? What are you talking about?”
Lee is using his irritated voice again, but this time I give him an incredulous look. “You think I don’t know what your gym socks smell like after six years of doing your laundry?”
He clicks his tongue as I approach the door, his cloves-and-ginger scent growing stronger the closer I get to his belongings. “I work out here sometimes, that’s all,” he says, reaching to pull me back. “You seem to appreciate my efforts, so I don’t see why you care.”
I turn
No. No.
“Everything alright out here?”
I step away from Lee, my blood running cold as our host and one of her mates appear around the corner of the pool house. Somehow, she made it past the shoe-swallowing lawn, and now she’s staring at Lee with bright, hungry eyes. I met the alpha behind her when we first arrived, but even if he wasn’t lurking in the shadows, I’m certain I wouldn’t be able to pick him from a lineup. All of Suzanna’s three mates are tall, dark, and attractive in an aloof, bored kind of way. Exactly like Lee when I start to tell him about my latest design, or a museum exhibit I want to see. “Do you need some help here, Lee?”
The flutter in my chest cavity becomes an uneasy thump at the way my mate is staring at his boss. “It’s not a good time, Suze.”
Suze? The woman with the perfect bone structure and mane of luscious red hair looks the furthest thing from a Suze that I’ve ever seen.
I expect her to turn and leave us to our awkward squabble, but she floats towards us in her green silk dress, her hand extended in my mate’s direction. When we first arrived and she greeted us in a similar way, I’d said something glib about the number of bonding rings on her fingers, earning a strange look from Lee. I stare at them now, all huge diamonds that gleam on her slender fingers like drops of liquid moonlight.
“She has to be informed at some point, darling,” she says, taking Lee’s hand in her tiny, pale one. “It’s probably best if we get it out of the way. It will give it time to sink in before the announcement appears in the papers.”
“Announcement?” My voice is so raw, I sound like I’ve got the flu, and as I stare at Lee’s averted face, I feel moisture drip down my cheeks. Did I slip and hit my head on the side of the pool? Is that why I feel like I’m drowning? Or is it because I can’t tear my eyes away from where Suzanna’s breast is brushing my mate’s arm, now tucked possessively against her body? “What are you talking about?”
The omega gives a sigh, and I wait for Lee to pull away, to tell her she’s had too much champagne, but instead he gives me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry you found out like this, but I need to move on with my life.”
“Move on? Move where?”
For some absurd reason I think he means the pool house, but that’s not it. He’s not just here to use his boss’ gym. Not when he’s cradling her hand like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held. “I know it’s hard to hear, but this is my future now, Kate. I’m starting a new life with Suze and her pack.”
My first thought is it sounds like a bad eighties cover band, but the mockery is washed away by the agony in my heart. And those relentless tears, dripping down my cheeks and clogging my nose until I can barely breathe. “Lee! Please! Why are you doing this?”
He grimaces, but it’s more embarrassment than regret shining from his handsome face. “You knew this was coming. Don’t pretend things were still working between us.”
I gape at him, because we had sex last night. Great sex, I thought, and he even murmured how much he loved me while he was still sheened in my slick…
How long has he felt this way, and why the FUCK didn’t he tell me?
But I can’t find the breath to ask, simply reaching out to clutch his sleeve. I almost stumble when he draws back out of reach, and it’s only the sight of her hand slipping around his waist that stops me from trying again. “Lee,” I murmur, hating how broken I sound. “Can we go somewhere and talk? We can work this out if you just give it a chance.”
But I know it’s not true, at least on his end. He was done with me before I even realized we were in trouble. And now they watch me, one embarrassed, one smug, and one so bored by the whole scene I’m tempted to check him for a heartbeat.
But maybe I’m the one who’s dead, because I barely hear the champagne glass when it slips from my fingers and shatters on the marble pavers.
Lee gives a heavy sigh, but Suzanna’s eyes glitter with victory as she draws him back from the mess at their feet. “You can keep the ring until our bonding ceremony, but Lee is moving in tonight, and my lawyers will be in touch about the rest.”
CHAPTER ONE - KATE
“I’m very sorry, Kate. I wish I had better news…”
I lift my gaze from the medical report in front of me and try not to weep at the sympathy radiating from Dr. Green’s kind face. Even though the results are worse than I thought, I’m not sure how I got so lucky when I walked into this clinic three months ago. While Dr. Green has a fancy practice uptown, she comes down here whenever she can to help with the never-ending caseload of poor, damaged omegas.
“I appreciate you running all these tests, doctor.” There’s no way I could have paid for them if the walk-in clinic didn’t cover most of the costs. In the eight months since Lee left, I’ve drained my small savings account and maxed out my credit cards just to keep a roof over my head. “If you have some kind of payment plan...”
“It’s fine. As I’ve told you before, this is all covered by my practice.” She gives me an understanding smile, laugh lines fanning out from her warm brown eyes. Dr. Green is a beta in her mid-fifties, but she radiates the energy of an omega in her prime. Her scent is as light and fresh as the whisper of pine needles, while my unbonding has me smelling like sour grapes. “There has to be some benefit to getting out of bed at one in the morning to treat an alpha with a papercut, right?”
Normally, I’d return her smile – our shared disdain for babying wealthy alphas is something we bonded over at my first appointment - but the test results feel like the last straw. Which is exactly what it is – my last heat. Thirty years too early and an alpha short.
Dr. Green must sense my despair, because she reaches across the desk, taking one of my numb hands in hers. “I’m sorry we let you down, Kate. Modern medicine should have a better answer for you than this.” She shakes her head, her short, blonde bob gleaming under the clinic’s unflattering light. For a moment I think of how I used to pet Lee’s silky locks before he adopted his new slicked-back style, and the urge to touch someone – anyone – is so overpowering that my fingers ache. “It’s not fair that you have to deal with this on top of everything else.”
Everything else is losing your mate to his mega-wealthy boss, having your bonding ring repossessed while picking through the discounted bin at the grocery store, and being left with an expensive renovation on a house you have no hope of ever paying off. I’m working two jobs, but Lee had expensive taste, and the bills were piling up even before he left. I’d just sell the place, but the Legal Aid advisor warned me that it would drop me into an even bigger financial hole. Instead, I’m trying to work with the contractor to cut corners, but that is a whole other problem that keeps me up at night.
“It still looks like it hurts.”
I jerk my head up, my cheeks burning as I realize by ‘everything else’ Dr. Green meant the huge, ugly scar on my throat.
In the old days, when an alpha wanted to leave his mate, they would hold the omega down and bite the bonding mark away. Now it’s done with a quick, clinical snip in a room just like this one, although my experience was a little messier than that.
“Keloid scarring,” I tell her, my thumb running over the bumpy lump on my throat. “I always thought Lee’s bite mark was so big because he was overcome with possessive pride. Turns out I just have too much collagen in my skin.”
“Your skin is lovely.” Dr. Green says it in her matter-of-fact tone, but I cling to the small compliment. My battered self-esteem needs every little boost it can get. “However, I can look into your options to reduce the scarring, if you’d like. There are some creams I could prescribe, or cryotherapy if you want to go down that path. Of course, there are some side effects with a more invasive treatment.”
“I’m afraid this scar goes deeper than it looks, doctor.” I regret the words as soon as they’re out of my mouth, because pity flashes in her eyes. “But back to the test results. There’s no way I could reverse the condition? I don’t mean with Lee, but if I got a new bond…”
