Heat Redacted (Omega Stream #3)

Three Alphas. One scent-match. Zero clue.

I'm the ghost in the music industry's machine, an anonymous Omega who fixes disasters and disappears before the credits roll. My superpower? I can't smell pheromones, making me immune to Alpha bullshit.

Then Riot Theory happens.

Three Alphas who won't stop staring. Who leave rooms when I'm uncomfortable. Who ask permission for everything.

I think they hate me.

They're actually scent-matched and desperately trying not to scare me off. They're rewriting every Alpha rule while I'm still figuring out the game changed.

But when a doxxer hunts for the face behind my avatar and my consent contracts threaten industry profits, hiding isn't enough. These Alphas want to protect me.

First, I have to let them find me.

The real revolution isn't anonymous. It's unanimous.