Meet cutes and roses aren’t my jam. Give me a hot Beta, no promises, and an orgasm any day.

Unfortunately for me, I’ve been assigned a new project at work—a daily romance column where I’ll be forced to give advice to eager readers searching for their one true love. This Omega has two options: take the job and impress my boss, or kiss my transfer to Arizona goodbye.

When my besties convince me to use my upcoming vacay to explore my romantic side on an island known for its no commitment, safe-to-mingle approach for all designations, I’m sure it’ll be a waste of time. The Love Nest isn’t going to magically transform me into some romance guru.

But then I find myself in a situation straight out of a nineties rom-com: one bed, an all-too-tempting best friend, a rooming mix-up, and a dangerous pack of Alphas that push all my Omega buttons…not that I acknowledge that. Ever.

They say they want to help me with my research. Want to prove that they’re more than just dumb hockey players because what they really want is… me.

I’m honest enough with myself that I know they deserve better. I come with a heap of baggage and overflowing insecurities hidden behind sarcasm and innuendo. Even if I wanted to give in, what do I really have to offer them?

Except maybe my heart.