Moving to Wyoming wasn't part of my five year plan. Of course, neither was finding out my husband had a mistress. Or becoming a widow before the divorce was finalized. Really, nothing in the last six months has been anything less than a mess. Desperate for a fresh start, I pack up my life and move to the one place I've ever felt myself: Creek Falls. And it works, too, when I manage the statistically impossible feat of finding my scent matches. I've never been the first option, the woman that everyone wants. And certainly not an Omega that's prized and fawned over. But to have Caleb Taylor look at me the way he does, I'll do just about anything. Even if that means facing the first man to ever break my heart.