Playing With Fire (Fire House Omegas, #3)

One night. That’s all it took for my life to go up in flames.

When you’re dealing with firefighters, you have to be tough. Make that double if you’re an Omega like me. I pride myself on doing both—standing up to the Alphas who give me crap, doing my job well, and embracing my Omega self.

But even badass Omegas need to have fun sometimes.

Or so I thought.

One night of explosive chemistry leads to too much fun. Now I’m in trouble.

An accidental bond, two little pink lines, and an absent Alpha are my personal recipe for disaster. So, naturally, I did what any sane Omega would do: bond with another Alpha firefighter.

We’re piecing together a life from the pieces I’ve left behind, and I think there’s a chance I can make this work.

Until Mr. Chemistry comes back into my life. He claims he never wanted to leave, and he claims he wants me. And our baby. Just one small catch. He has a pack, which means I have one too.

I thought I had everything figured out, but my life just got way more complicated. I’m enjoying the heat, as long we can make sure everything else doesn’t burn.