His Feral Mate

Eliana POV

The suffocating scent of dark rum and cedar hit me first, heavy and intoxicating. I gasped, my eyes snapping open to the dim, luxurious expanse of Jaren’s Alpha Suite. The heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs. A massive, scorching weight pinned me down.

Jaren.

My breath hitched. I wasn't dead. The execution, the agonizing betrayal, the cold stone floor—it was gone. I was back. Back to the very night I made the most fatal mistake of my life: trying to use a black-market aphrodisiac mixed with my natural white peach and jasmine scent to seduce the Second Alpha Son.

Right now, the drug had pushed his volatile Inner Wolf into a violent, heat-like frenzy. He was a beast operating purely on instinct.

"No," I choked out, shoving frantically at his chest. But I was a Wolfless Omega, and he was a pureblood Alpha. My resistance meant absolutely nothing against his terrifying strength.

Desperation clawed at my throat. I couldn't let history repeat itself. I couldn't become his broken Breeder again, trapped in a nightmare that ended in my death. I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his bare shoulder, tasting copper.

Jaren let out a guttural roar. His Inner Wolf registered the sharp pain, and his eyes snapped to mine, glowing with a terrifying, predatory gold. His large hand clamped around my throat, cutting off my air. He didn't speak; his beast was entirely in control. He lowered his head, and before I could scream, his sharp canines pierced the fragile skin of my collarbone.

A pre-Marking bite.

Fire erupted in my veins. I sobbed, the pain blinding me until the drug and his frenzy finally dragged him under. With a heavy groan, he collapsed beside me, his grip loosening.

I didn't waste a single second. Ignoring the bone-crushing ache in my body, I slid off the mattress. My bare feet sank into the plush Giant Bear rug. I snatched my torn clothes from the floor, dressed with trembling hands, and slipped out the heavy oak door into the cold night.

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