Author: Canis Blackfang
WhatWhat: Everett is desperate to come up with the rent money, and lucky for him he lives in
dogfuck rapeworld the omegaverse, and he’s an omega, so all he has to do is participate in a fertility experiment. Yay?
I’m not going to lie to you: when I recently reviewed Night Shifter Nurses, I horrified various and sundry friends and family SO MUCH that I immediately vowed to inflict more Omegaverse on them, and Canis Blackfang has hands-down the best covers, titles, and pseudonym in that subcategory, so here we are.
I was no longer a virgin. An alpha had dumped his semen into my omega womb. (loc 219)
The receptionist had sounded normal enough on the phone, a female werewolf, but I still had this paranoia that I was about to get slain for my kidneys. (loc 91)
I guess “normal” is relative.
It reminded me of when I was younger, richer and still being chased by all the prospective alpha mates. I let out a small sigh. If only I hadn’t played hard to get so much I might be mated now to some rich alpha and not be in this mess. (loc 98)
I know “heteronormativity” probably isn’t the word I want to apply here, since this is m/m omega shifter erotica, but holy crap, that sounded like the marriage advice I’ve heard from cynical women of my grandmother’s generation.
Verdict: A few typos and a painful absence of the Oxford comma, but neither were enough to throw me out of the story. If Omegaverse fic is your thing, or medical kink, you’ll enjoy this. If “omegaverse” is just a funny-looking word and you don’t actually know what I’m talking about, think of it as “involuntary BDSM wolves” and try it anyway.
The fertility test, by the way? “You can tell by the taste,” apparently. (loc 152)