Thomas is a beta… Uriel is an alpha; their attraction is an accident, their love is most definitely not destiny.
Thomas knows that as a beta he cannot expect to recognize his soulmate—he simply doesn’t have the nose for it. He’s no monk, but he’s busy with his hockey career helping make his little sisters' lives with his overbearing parents a little easier.
Uriel might be an alpha but he knows he cannot bear the responsibility of bonding an omega—the sole idea turns his stomach. He has his work as a lawyer and also volunteers at an orphanage trying to help the children there any way he can. He was lucky enough to be adopted by a lovely beta couple as a child and is determined to help others. He’s dated, but he is not willing to enter the kind of relationship an omega expects and betas never believe he will stay.
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Except that betas cannot tell if someone is an alpha… And Uriel has no reason to mention it to a one-night-stand. What Thomas doesn’t know cannot come between them, but the more addicted Uri becomes to the one person he’s not meant for, the heavier the secret grows…
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Even if Thomas can accept him, can their love survive the truth coming to light in a world that doesn’t believe what they have can be more than a game?
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Alpha/beta/omega alternate universe where politics are a little better, ecology has a stronger hold of the general public's mind and bisexuality is the norm.
Paranormal contemporary romance, with a side of hockey and courtrooms.
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Cut scene from Not Destiny
And then, Valentina of all people, emerged from the crowd and threw her arms around Uri’s little charge’s neck.
The boy was only a little bigger than her and Uri had to step forward to stabilize them. Thomas hurried towards them. “Val,” he said warningly and reached out to tug on her arm. She let go of her friend, still giggling. “You could have hurt him,” Thomas told her. She was normally much better behaved—then again, she didn’t have much of a choice in front of their parents.
He glanced around, but they were nowhere to be found.
“So this is your little angel?”
He turned towards the deep amused baritone like he was being pulled. He nodded, trying to find his footing. “Angel? Maybe a fallen one,” he suggested with a rueful look downwards.
Uri laughed, maybe a little too long for such a silly comment, but Thomas wasn’t going to complain. “This is my friend Kyeran. Seems you guys know each other,” he told the children.
“Yeah,” Val agreed, almost dismissively. “But how do you know my brother?”
“Ah,” Uri shot Thomas a mischievous look, “We are old friends,” he told her not quite seriously.
Val didn’t catch it because she turned towards Thomas. “You are? Does he play hockey too?”
“Hockey?” Kyeran asked, eyes widening. Thomas knew the look and he couldn’t hold back his grin.
“You like to play?” he asked.
“Yeah! We got sticks at the—” He cut himself off, very carefully not looking at Valentina. “We play with my friends,” he settled for instead.
“Thomas—”
“There you are,” Eira said, stepping up to them and tugging on Val’s arm. “Dad’s not happy, and— You are still here?” she asked, meeting Thomas’s eyes.
“Just talking to a friend,” he told her, only realising he was technically lying after he’d said it. He’d exchanged maybe half a dozen sentences with the guy, but still, when he darted a look at him, Uri had a smile on his lips.