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Martin smiled at my lack of fight, his hand cradled the back of my head and guided me closer.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Just take it like a good little omega.”
On my knees in front of a man who was going to molest me because I’d dared come for a party, dared be seen and simply because he could. Something in me snapped.
I looked up at Martin’s smug face, his erection inches from me then I slashed at his groin with my claws.
Martin screamed like a girl, and I shoved him to the side.
Then I ran, ignoring the rip on my bodice where he had tried to hold on to me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.
Martin was a Beta and unlike Omegas, they healed pretty fast. If he caught me after what I had done… what’s left of me wouldn't fit into a shoebox.
I reached an intersection, one way leading down towards the ballroom and the exit leading up. Martin would assume I would try to leave.
I pulled out the Allure, gave myself a good spritz and headed up.
I didn't know what was on the top floor but hopefully, there would be someplace for me to hide till Martin was gone and—
I slammed right into someone who’d just stepped out of a room, bowling him over so that I landed on top of him on the ground.
“I'm sorry, I—” I began to apologize only to be hit by the most intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cloves with an undertone of something animalistic, raw and somehow… mine.
Mate. Mate. Mate. Diana was going wild in my head.
Bracing my shaky hands on his broad shoulders, I pulled back enough to look at my mate.
I think I fell in love with him right then.
He was handsome. The unrealistic type that belonged only in books.
He had light gray eyes that reminded me of winter, hair as black as night that framed the most chiseled cheekbones that I had ever seen. My gaze followed down to his parted lips that did something to me.
“Mate?” He sounded as confused as I felt.
Although confusion alone was insufficient to describe how I felt.
I was transfixed, fascinated, enthralled, and confused by the intensity of my emotions. That must be the reason for what I did next.
I traced a finger down his face as though to ascertain he was real only to find myself barely holding in a gasp at the sudden rush of liquid desire that flooded my veins.
His pupils dilated so much they seemed black, and his hold on my waist tightened almost imperceptibly.
The draw of the bond was hitting me too hard and fast.
I pulled away, ignoring Diana’s high-pitched whines in my head to return to our mate’s arms, to let him hold us, touch us, mark us.
I stood up, but in my haste, I tripped on the train of my dress.
My mate caught me before I could hit the ground. His hand braced around my waist. I gazed up at him, unable to even breathe from the intensity of his stare..
I straightened in his grasp regaining my footing, and his hand fell from my waist.
Maybe it was because I didn't know him well enough, but it seemed like he was pulling away from me.
Then to my surprise, my mate cupped my cheek, similarly to how I had touched him earlier, his touch burning me like a brand, and I just melted.
His hand quickly dropped from my cheek like he’d realized the effect his touch had on me, but it was already too late.
I closed the distance between us and kissed him.
With that kiss, it felt like a supernova of desire went off between us. We couldn't have stopped even if we wanted to.
I gasped into our kiss, his tongue sliding against mine and the next thing I knew, my legs were twined around his waist and my back pressed against the door of his room.
I didn't recall leaving the hallway, entering his room or even unlacing my dress yet it was already on the ground.
His lips left mine and I moaned in protest then mounting desire as he kissed my cheeks, his lips traveled down my nape leaving a scintillating trail of open-mouthed kisses that had me arching against him.
I gasped, my n*****s pebbling under his masterful touch, my fingernails digging into his back, my body slick with sweat, arousal and inescapable desire.
I couldn't remember a time when I didn't know him. When I didn't burn for him. All that existed at that moment was us and the desire that threatened to consume us with every touch.
I wanted him despite not knowing his name, but maybe that wasn't necessary when our souls knew each other.
He took me slow, hard, sensuously and when I came apart, it was with his arms steadying me, grounding me.
I would never tire of this. Of being with him.
The bright rays of the sun woke me up the next morning.
It took me a moment of blind searching to realize I was alone in the bed.
Panicked, my eyes flew open to see my mate standing next to the open window, fully clothed with his back to me.
Even fully dressed, he was a sight to behold, and I found myself staring at his back for a few more seconds like a complete weirdo.
Ask him why he didn't mark us Diana demanded, but her tone was as languid as I felt. I felt tired and sore but in a really good way.
Blushing and pulling the sheets closer to my naked body, I tried to find my words.
“Good morning,” I said softly, so softly he might not have heard me if the room weren't dead silent.
“Get out.” My mate’s voice was unflinchingly cold.
I froze. “What?”
My mate turned to face me; those beautiful gray eyes as cold as ice.
“Did I stutter?”
How could I leave? Why did he want me to leave?
“But we are mates and—”
My mate didn't let me finish before interrupting me, his expression unchanging.
“My mating ceremony is in a week, and I have no intention of ditching my bride for a mere omega masquerading to be who she is not.”
It was then I noticed the bottle of Allure on his nightstand. It must have worn off during the night and revealed my natural omega scent.
There was a big misunderstanding here but all I could focus on, apart from Diana’s pained howls in my head, was the first half of what he’d said.
“You are engaged?” My voice broke on the words, and my heart shattered when he didn't deny it.
He simply flung my dress at me.
“I trust you know your way out.”
Then he left the room. He just walked away.
As I approached my pack, I felt like an empty husk. A broken version of myself.
My mate might not have rejected me, but he might as well have. He was going to choose another wolf to be his mate. He would touch her, mark her, mate with her.
Diana’s howls of pain in my head reached a crescendo and my vision swam.
“Ivie!”
I looked up to see Mia running toward me.
“I have been trying to reach you. I left you like a dozen messages.”
Messages on the phone I’d forgotten in my mate’s room. My mate who didn't want me.
Mia’s grip on my arm brought me back to myself, her hazel eyes wide with worry.
“Ivie, are you alright?”
My lips parted but I couldn't speak. I just broke down in tears and sobbed.
Mia held me, her confusion apparent.
“Ivie, what's wrong?”
“He… he…,” I tried to speak but only more tears followed. At that point, it felt like I was made of tears.
Couldn't one thing in my life, just one, work out for me?
“Ivie, I need you to calm down,” Mia said, her voice pitched low. “Whatever this is can wait, you need to leave right now.”
I needed to leave?
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