Omegaverse Hell

Intro Kelsey absolutely loved her omegaverse romance novels. The kind of love that made her cancel Friday night plans to read 300k words of dramatic wolf bonding. The kind of love that had her once yell “Alpha rights!” in a bar and have to explain to a very confused bartender why “heat suppressants are a scam.” You get the idea. And she especially loved dressing up for romance novel conventions. This year she went all out. She commissioned a full-body, custom-made furry fox costume of her favorite character—Lady Virellia Flamepaw —complete with voice-modulator collar, retractable claws, and a fluffy tail that doubled as a storage pouch for her phone and emergency snacks. It cost $3,000. Three. Thousand. Dollars. But hey, what price could you possibly put on the honor of embodying the fierce, seductive, nine-tailed Alpha who once purred, “I’ll burn the world to keep your den warm” in Chapter 39? But as she strutted into the convention center lobby, fluff bouncing with every confident step, something weird happened. The lights flickered. The air grew thick with the scent of pine. She was in a forest. A real one. With trees. And distant howling. And… her paws were sinking into mud. “What the actual fluff—” Somewhere, a twig snapped. She looked down. Her fox suit was still on, and it was very real. The zipper was gone. She tugged at the headpiece. It didn’t budge. “Okay. Okay. It’s fine,” she muttered, hyperventilating through foam padding. “I’ve read like 48 of these books. I know how this goes. Some brooding Alpha is going to stumble in here, smell my distress pheromones, and carry me off to a moss-covered love nest.” A rustle behind her. She turned. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled—and one yelled “MINE!” like a deranged boy band member. “I NEED THIS COSTUME OFF NOW,” she shrieked, crashing through the underbrush. And thus began the most aggressively romantic survival situation of her life. Send help. Or at least scissors.