Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What's worse than losing everything you own? Having to mate to keep it.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I have twenty-one days until Christmas Eve to find a mate or my bar goes to my power-hungry cousin. Twenty-one days to deny everything I believe about independence. Twenty-one days until my aunt's will destroys me.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But my best friend has a plan: three blind dates three weeks three Alphas who make my Omega instincts scream. A brooding craft brewer with dangerous eyes and skilled hands an intense outdoor adventurer whose feral smile promises wicked nights and a dangerous security specialist whose darkness calls to mine.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>They say some Omegas need three anchors. I say I don't need anyone.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Too bad my heat isn't listening.</span></p>