All Chapters of HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He whimpered slightly, and Elara's cheeks were flushed, her heartbeat rising above average, her skin hot. What was she supposed to do with such a slutty omega body like that? Silas gripped the sheets even tighter, the fabric bunching and groaning under the sheer force of his hands, his eyes already rolled into his head. He could barely breathe, his lungs hitching as the air in the room became saturated with the cloying, sweet scent of his surrender. A heavy scream tore from his core when he felt a tongue on his hole. His entire body twitched, a violent, electrical jolt that traveled from the base of his spine to the tips of his toes."Ahhh..." He screamed, his head suddenly thrown back, exposing the straining cords of his neck.Holding onto his hips, she settled in, her fingers digging into the muscle to keep him grounded. She seemed to enjoy the taste of him back there, a dark, primal satisfaction curling in her gut because no omega tastes like this. Smells like this. Is this angeli

"What have I done to deserve this sort of life, mother?" Greene cried over the phone, his voice cracking as he huddled in the corner of the cold, damp laundry room. He spoke to his mother in hushed, frantic tones, the sound of water dripping from the heavy, sodden fabrics nearby acting as a metronome for his misery. "I haven't eaten since morning, mother. I can't believe my eyes... that Elara wasn't an omega. I spent twelve years thinking I was the one holding the leash, and it turns out I was the one being humored by a god. Neither did I believe that she was a powerful Alpha—the president's daughter, for God's sake!""Oh my God," his mother screamed through the receiver. She also couldn't believe her eyes; the "Elle" she had treated like a common servant, the girl she had mocked for her "weak" constitution, was the heir to the Republic. "But I thought Beatrice was the one. She had the suits, the watches, the way of speaking...""That girl, she lied to me! She lied that she was the

Mr. Vance turned to his daughter, his deep-set eyes judgmental and cold. "You're lucky Calvin is here to soften the blow. You need to get on their good side and stop being so annoying. You are making yourself a target before you’ve even taken the throne.""I'm being annoying?" Elara started, her voice rising. This was becoming more ridiculous by the second.Coming here had been a mistake. Staying home would have been best; she hadn't even rested to her heart's content, and her mind was still foggy with the lingering scent of Silas and the madness of last night.Coming back to the Republic was supposed to be her triumph, but it felt like she had just traded one cage for a larger, more expensive one. Not like she didn't expect it, it just clicks more realistically than what she had already imagined. "Elara," Mr. Vance said, his voice dropping into that gravelly tone of authority. "You really have to work hard to earn not only my favor, but theirs. A gap of twelve years isn't going to b

"At least it's a head start. But Silas, if you’re this far gone, I’d prefer you couple up with her. She’s the only one who can stabilize you. If she could share her pheromones with you... She's an Alpha, right? I know you won't say a thing past what you've forced yourself to say already, but if she could feed you some of her pheromones, you could last a while. It would stop this spiral. You look horrible, man."Silas didn't need Dax to tell him that. He knew he looked like a man on the edge of a breakdown. He hadn't slept in days; he had been working nonstop, training the men with a ruthless intensity, taking orders from a President who watched him like a hawk, and still trying to work out and keep himself busy.Anything to stop himself from thinking of Elara, how sweet her pheromones tasted, the way her tongue had felt on him, the way she had looked when she was completely in control of his pleasure.Elara didn't even want him in her sight right now; she had made that very clear. It

Silas looked at the hand stretched out toward him, the plastic crinkling softly in the quiet hallway. He swallowed hard, the movement of his throat tight and visible, before his large, scarred fingers brushed against hers to take the bag. The brief contact felt like a lightning strike. "Thank you, Alpha," he murmured, his voice thick.Elara didn't pull her hand away immediately; she stood her ground, sizing him up with her eyes. She was looking for cracks in his armor, looking for the man who had trembled in her arms, but all she saw was the rigid, stoic soldier she was supposed to trust.Then, she caught movement at the end of the hall. Calvin was standing there, his silhouette sharp against the marble. His eyes traveled from Elara’s face down to Silas’s hand, which quickly shoved the pharmacy bag into his trouser pocket. Calvin began to approach, his stride slow and predatory."What's going on?" he asked. The question hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken interrogation: *What d