روايات وقصص إلكترونية من فئة Romance وعن Contemporary وتضم Omega وتدور في Regret

Being pregnant at a young age is not a very happy moment for an omega who has strict and not so loving parents. Kicked out of her house by her own parents, selling her body to save the lives of her little pups. A graded student never planned her life like this. And screaming at her top of the lung as for her dead pup was never something Irish has imagined. Going through so much hardship. Irish become a slut and whore for society and her parents. She was kicked out of her home and forced to live on the streets. But Just as the nights, a beautiful sunrise happened, just like this Irish life chanced after meeting an alpha who pity as well as disgusted by her presence.

For eight years I cooked, cleaned, and raised another woman's pup while my husband drove two hours every weekend to stroke her hair. For eight years I smiled through pack meetings, swallowed my tears in empty hallways, and told myself this was what it meant to be a good Luna. Then I lost our pups. Alone. On a hospital bed. While he was posting photos at a festival with her. That was the last thing I did for free. My name is Leah Hargrove. I was never his Luna. I was his maid. And I am finally done.

“What am I doing? What were you doing, letting another man get that close to you?” “I don’t belong to you, Declan. I can let whoever I want get close to me. Take a hint.” I ran a hand down her arms, watching goosebumps rise. Her scent filled my senses, sweet and intoxicating, and every alpha nearby could smell it too. The urge to pull her away from everyone and keep her all to myself was almost unbearable. Instead, I drew her against me and buried my face in her hair. She smelled like everything I had ever wanted. Warmth. Comfort. Home. “Does he make you feel like this, Maeve? Does being near him make your instincts go wild the way they do with me?” She gasped, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her reaction told me more than her stubborn denials ever could. She wanted me. And I was beginning to suspect she knew it too. *** One night. One mistake. One bond that refuses to break. It was supposed to be a freshman party: loud music, terrible drinks, no consequences. But when I locked eyes with him, I knew I was walking straight into trouble. I did it anyway. Now Declan is everywhere, searching for me, watching me, looking at me like I’m the one thing he can’t afford to lose. The possessive alpha he tries to control slips closer to the surface every time I remind him I belong to no one. But bonds don’t care about pride, and instincts don’t always listen to reason. The more I fight this, the harder it is to tell whether I’m running from him or daring him to follow. Because I never forgot that night either. And some knots were never meant to be broken.