Blackest Ink

Tripp
Months ago, my fiancé walked out on me after I caught her in our bed with another man. It’s a blessing in disguise because I’ve always fancied omegas more. In a whirlwind of bad choices, too many drinks, and the pounding club music, I hooked up with the cutest omega with scales tattooed up his arms in glowing lines. Part of me knows I’ll never see him again, and it hurts worse than the betrayal that led me there.

Draymar
One bathroom stall hookup in the club has resulted in the worst mistake I’ve ever made, and now I’m going to be the third generation of single parents in my family despite promising myself I’d be different. And, to make matters worse, this straight-edge alpha rattlesnake just waltzes into my studio to get his first tattoo. He puts a token in a fated gachapon machine, and the tattoo it picks for him is a drawing of my snake. And here I am, four months pregnant with a child I don’t know the father of. But this alpha, who keeps coming back to get his tattoo worked on, seems determined to be its father come hell or high water.