All Chapters of HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Is there anything you regret at the moment?" The therapist asked.Elara’s eyes closed, the salt of her tears stinging the raw skin of her cheeks. Her heart bobbed up and down in her chest. She couldn't even say no. How could she? The memories were everywhere, clinging to the corners of her vision like a lewdity, greasy and unwanted. She ran a hand over the back of her neck, feeling the prickly, unfamiliar sensation of her hair, newly clipped short at a salon. A physical shedding of a skin that no longer fits.She still couldn't believe it. Ten years. She had wasted the entirety of her twenties on a man who didn't care if she existed or not.The irony was a bitter pill she’d been forced to swallow daily. Elara was the one with the money hidden in dormant accounts; she was the one with the command in her blood. Her father, President Alexander Vance, ruled the entire nation with an iron fist, yet she had lived for a decade as if he were a commoner in some nameless, dusty outskirts city.

"Yes, sir," he replied, turning toward her.Elara masked her surprise, forcing her face to remain a sheet of ice. Up close, the contrast was jarring. How had that small, fragile boy grown so fast? He was tall now, his frame bulky and filled out beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. Time had been generous to him, molding those soft, childhood features into something dangerously striking.The memory of him at twelve flashed vividly in her mind. Twelve was the age of judgment, the year the secondary gender manifested, and determined your worth in the eyes of the Republic. Your fate was written in your pheromones. If you were an orphan raised by the Vance family, one of the hundred lucky or unlucky souls they took in each year, your only hope for survival was to emerge as something useful. To be a dominant Alpha was to be reborn; you became a Vance automatically, a weapon for the state.In the entire history of their lineage, after her father, the President, Elara was the only one who

"What did you just say?" Silas’s voice dropped like a guillotine. He stepped from behind Elara, his presence expanding until he seemed to eclipse the very light in the room. The sheer intensity of his gaze was a physical blow, yet Greene, blinded by his own delusion, didn't flinch."Who are you having the audacity to talk to like that?" Silas asked, his voice vibrating with a fury that made the nearest guests take a collective step back."And who are you to speak to me like that?" Greene challenged, his chest puffed out. He sneered, looking Silas up and down with a dismissive grunt. "Are you the one who smuggled her into this place?" He scoffed, gesturing vaguely at Elara’s gown. "Were you also invited? You don't look like an Alpha to me, more like a Beta feeding on suppressants."Silas took another step forward, his shadow looming over Greene. "What did you just say?""I'm with the President's daughter!" Greene boasted, throwing an arm around Beatrice’s waist. "You don't want to be t

“Please! I can fix this—”“And make sure,” she added, her gaze finally flicking back to him, “he remembers exactly where he stands.”Greene dropped fully this time to his knees. Right there in front of everyone. “Elara, please! I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know—”She stared at him unmoved.“You’re right,” she said quietly.“You didn’t know.”Her lips curved slightly not into a smile but for something colder. “And that ignorance cost you everything.” She turned to the guards, and then lowered her stance to meet Greene's ears, "I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight and forever, you'll scrub mine.""Please...Elle, for the sake of the beautiful..."A slap left her hand directly on his face, and his face shifted, "Beautiful what?" She asked narrowing her gaze at her. "Remind me, what was ever beautiful about you?” "Take him away." The guards grabbed him and dragged him back as he shouted, begged, struggled, no one stepped in and no one spoke. Because the verdict h

Before she could react, his arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Her breath caught but she didn’t move.“Or… am I dreaming?” he whispered.Elara didn’t give herself time to think about it.Thinking was dangerous and thinking meant remembering.And remembering right now would be a mistake.“The passcode,” she repeated, more firmly this time.He hummed faintly, his head dropping briefly against her shoulder.“I missed you…” He mumbled, the words barely coherent.Her expression hardened slightly. He's completely out of it.“Silas,” she pressed again. There's no point speaking to him in this state, she should hurriedly take him to her room. As she turned away heading towards her own private space, she heard; “1812,” he said faintly forcing himself to breathe as if regaining consciousness for a brief moment. “That’s… the code…”His grip loosened slightly as his head tilted, voice fading.“1812…”The numbers lingered in the air like something fragile. 1812 "It was that day...