All Chapters of HER FATED MATE IS AN OMEGA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elara felt like the air was being sucked right out of her lungs. Standing that close to him, she could feel the heat radiating off his body.That scent of his was no longer just a hint; it was a wave, crashing over her and drowning out her common sense.She knew she should look away. She knew she should detach herself, step back, and remind him of his place. But her eyes were locked on his lips, tracing the shape of them, wondering if they were as soft as they looked. She didn't even realize his hands had found her waist, his large fingers splaying across the fabric of her suit, grounding her even as her head began to spin.The camera flashed, the shutter clicking rhythmically, but the sounds felt miles away. It took every ounce of her willpower to snap out of it finally. She tore herself away from his touch, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird."Time to go," she said, her voice sounding far more breathless than she liked.She didn't wait for a response. She pract

A strangled cry tore through the darkness of the elevator, raw and primal, echoing against the narrow metal walls before dissolving into ragged breaths.Silas collapsed over Elara, his body heavy against hers, trembling from the force of his release. Heat still lingered between them, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath of something fierce, desperate, and long denied. Elara clung to him weakly, her fingers pressing into his damp skin as wave after wave of aftershock coursed through her exhausted body.The rut that had consumed them was finally over. For several long moments, neither of them moved.The silence was deafening, broken only by their desperate breathing. Their skin was slick with sweat, the air thick with heat, rainwater, and the lingering scent of pheromones that clung stubbornly to the confined elevator.Then exhaustion took over. Curled together in the darkness, they drifted into sleep.Elara stirred first, and pain greeted her before memory did.Her entire bod

“You!”Greene’s voice cracked through the yard like a whip. The laundry basket fell from his hands, shirts spilling across the wet ground as rage surged through him.He stormed toward Beatrice with heavy, furious strides, his chest heaving, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale. Hatred burned in his eyes.At that moment, all he wanted was to wipe the smug expression off her face.“How dare you show up here!” he shouted.Beatrice didn’t flinch. Instead, she gave a slow, mocking snort.“Did you just ask me how I showed up here?”She tilted her head slightly, amusement glittering in her eyes. “Those words came out of your mouth?” The audacity! Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she folded her arms across her chest.She looked Greene up and down, his worn clothes, his rough hands, the sweat on his brow, and the sight made her laugh under her breath.The once-proud man before her looked like nothing and she found it amusing.She had heard stories about Alpha Elara’s ru

“Do you have any idea how humiliating it is?”Elara’s voice was low, tight with frustration as she folded her arms across her chest.“To be burning with rut, desperate enough to make a move on your own bodyguard... only for him to reject you?”Calvin stared at her, stunned. The anger in his chest wavered for a moment, replaced by disbelief.“Silas rejected you?”Elara gave a bitter shrug, refusing to meet his eyes, “He seems to be in love with the prime minister’s daughter.”The words were casual, but Calvin noticed the bitterness laced beneath them.She moved away quickly, trying to end the conversation before it spiraled.“I’m already embarrassed enough, Calvin,” she said sharply. “Please don’t make this worse by digging into it.”Calvin stood still for a moment, trying to process what he had just heard. Had Silas rejected her?That made no sense, he had seen the marks. The scent, the disheveled clothes but Elara’s face carried something raw enough to make the lie believable. And if

“What could they possibly be doing?”Silas muttered the question under his breath for what felt like the hundredth time that week.He stood at the edge of the training field with his arms folded behind him, watching the men under his command run drills across the muddy grounds. The morning air was sharp, and the sound of boots pounding against the earth filled the field.Still, his thoughts were somewhere else. For the past week, Elara had barely been around and whenever he did catch a glimpse of her, she was beside Calvin.At meetings, public appearances, at charity functions, in photographs, everywhere.They arrived together, left together, spoke in low voices.Stood shoulder to shoulder like a perfect image crafted for the public.And each time Silas saw it, something bitter twisted in his chest.He hated it and hated how often he thought about it.He hated how every photograph of them together left him with a hollow ache he couldn’t explain. He had told himself it made sense.Of c