Forget the rules. He'll make his own.
Dylan's at the end of his rope. If he doesn't figure out how to get out of his pack's required mating run, he's looking at a lifetime of being force-bonded to some old creep who thinks that "omega" really means "slave".
The only problem is that there is no way out of the mating run unless he already has a mate. Putting his faith in an old magic ritual to find his soul mate seems like a dumb idea, but when all else fails, what does he have to lose?