Rose

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man. Every trope, every melodramatic hierarchy, every “destined by the moon” nonsense that makes editors weep and fan-fic writers clap like seals. Enter Rose. Apparently, on one fateful evening, the moon goddess was having an off day. Maybe she stubbed her celestial toe. Maybe she forgot her coffee. Whatever the reason, she looked down at the Red Valley bloodline and decided it would be hilarious to make Rose the only female alpha within a 2,000-mile radius. Then—because comedy is about timing—she laughed directly at Rose’s entire family and doubled down. Rose’s brother is Lucas. Yes, that Lucas. A male omega. Pregnant. Six months along. Together, they are a statistical impossibility. Family reunions are… complicated. As an alpha, Rose is everything the pack didn’t ask for and absolutely deserves. She’s dominant, sharp-tongued, terrifyingly competent, and deeply uninterested in playing the delicate, swoony role authors usually assign to women in these stories. She challenges alpha males for sport—sometimes because they’re annoying, sometimes because they exist, and sometimes because she’s bored before lunch. Most of them lose. There is exactly one alpha she doesn’t challenge: Max. Not because she can’t win—Rose is fairly confident she could wipe the forest floor with him—but because winning would come with paperwork, meetings, and the deeply cursed title of Supreme Alpha in Charge of Everyone’s Feelings. Hard pass. Rose doesn’t want the pack. She doesn’t want the throne. She just wants to live her life, punch destiny in the face occasionally, and prove—daily—that the moon goddess may control fate, but she does not control Rose.