Minho’s tired of alphas. They’re all the same: obnoxious, up-stuck, so full of themselves. As an omega, (a feisty one at that) he never strives to be understood by an alpha. But he likes omegas most. (It’s in his nature, he thinks) So much, he’ll take them away from rotten alphas and cuddle them and make the feel loved. What he doesn’t know is, he’s walked into a pack with plenty of omegas to share.