The Beta Grift

Ever since I was a kid, mom told me I was a beta.

"You come from a long line of betas, Mags, and that's the best place to be. Remember: omegas are slaves to their designation. As a beta, you're free."

Imagine my surprise, then, when all the tests came back conclusive:

Omega.

Now I'm doing my best to hide what I am, slinking from pack to pack as a beta for hire and dodging my fate. Along with my best friend Kip, his twin brother Kaden, and Nik, an alpha with a chip on his shoulder, we grift the elite West Coast packs of all they're worth, milking them dry before moving on.

It's a comfortable enough life, but I can't shake the feeling that my days of freedom are numbered. How long can I keep up the act?

How long until the grift falls apart?