The Omega's Regret

Dana POV

"Ares..." I let out a moan, his name escaping my lips in a breathless whisper.

I can feel Area inside of me. I enjoy the way he touches me and the way he kisses me. He is causing me to feel a strong desire for more. I gaze at his face, which appears somewhat blurry, yet I am sure this is an authentic experience.

He gently tucked my hair behind my ear, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips against my skin, leaving a lingering sensation that made my heart race.

"This is fucking good, Dana..." He's practically a blur with how quickly he's moving.

I moaned, my nails digging into his back with an intensity that matched our rising passion. "Ares, please don't stop...I want it faster..." I pleaded with him, my voice filled with desperation, as I yearned to taste what he offered.

"Fuck it, Dana," His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, causing a shiver to run down my spine. In response, I instinctively pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him with an even tighter embrace.

I cling desperately, my fingers refusing to release their grip. The sensation is delightful.

"Uh..." I whimpered, my voice quivering with fear as a torrent of tears rose in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

We shared a passionate kiss, our eyes closed, as he's getting deeper inside me.

"Shit..." he gasped. As his breath quickened, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, intensifying the atmosphere around us.

His movements became swift and urgent, a blur of motion that mirrored the racing of my own heart. He bit down on his lower lip.

It's becoming even better and more thrilling.

As my fingertips grazed his soft, flushed cheeks, his eyes spoke volumes, revealing a story that words could never capture.

"I'm goddamn coming..." he growled, his voice dripping with determination as he wasted no time accelerating.

"Ares, I can feel it coming out..." My words stumbled and tripped over each other while my eyes darted and spun in their sockets.

He clenched his teeth, his lower lip caught between them, as he delivered the last powerful thrust. With a swift motion, he took it off, and a sensation of release washed over me as something emerged from within me.

I groggily peeled open my heavy eyelids, the remnants of sleep clinging to my senses. As reality seeped in, I felt a jolt of disappointment course through me, realizing that the vivid world I had been immersed in was a fleeting dream. However, my disappointment was quickly overshadowed by a sudden cacophony that pierced the morning's tranquility, a chaotic symphony of sounds echoing from outside.

Ares...

He has returned. I can feel his presence as he returns to claim the throne that rightfully belongs to him, once held by his deceased Father.

I'm torn about my emotions, but an intense desire to collide with him consumes me. Today marks a momentous occasion as I celebrate my 18th birthday. On this very day, I am filled with anticipation and excitement, for I am determined to uncover the truth about Ares, who may potentially be my fated mate. My tantalizing dream loses all its allure without his presence. I don't want to waste any time.

"Damn it. I must hastily adorn myself with garments," I sprang out of bed, my heart racing as the remnants of my dream clung to my waking mind, blurring the line between fantasy and reality.

I climaxed because of my teenage lover, who I loved, and the boy I'd been waiting to see for years, Ares.

I step out into the dwelling, my outfit carefully chosen and meticulously put together. As I step into the bustling main gathering hall, a wave of commotion washes over me, filling the air with a palpable energy. My heart quickens its rhythm, pounding in my chest, as I catch a fleeting glimpse of Ares amidst the chaos.

He's transformed into someone unrecognizable. He's become even more strikingly handsome now. He's towering above the crowd, commanding attention as he stands tall.

"Mate!" I caught the faint whisper of my wolf. I can sense it coursing through my veins. I am enveloped by the intoxicating aroma of his presence, a scent that permeates my very being, drawing us inexorably closer, destined to be entwined.

"I never failed to be right. We are destined to be fated mates, bound together by an unbreakable cosmic connection." I hurriedly dashed towards his side, my voice barely a whisper as I spoke to myself. All eyes are fixed upon me.

"Mate!" I let out a thunderous roar, unleashing the word with all the force of a raging storm.

I yearned to convey my message to him, ensuring he understood.

I eagerly embraced him, tears of pure joy streaming down my face, only to be met with a forceful kick from the beta. I stumble and plummet to the ground; my descent is swift and ungraceful. All eyes turn towards me, their gazes filled with pity and embarrassment.

"Ares..." I tried to call him.

I yearn for his eyes to meet mine, but instead, his icy stare is fixated solely on the sea of people before him.

I am overwhelmed with a deep sense of embarrassment.

"Wait, so she's his mate? What a tragic fate for the Alpha to be bound to an Omega." I caught snippets of hushed conversations drifting through the air.

Ares stood idly by, making no effort to lend a hand or offer any assistance. He couldn't care less.

With a defiant glare, he boldly declared, "You're all wrong."

I gaze at him, my eyes filled with longing, desperately yearning for his protective embrace, a shield against the piercing gazes of those who pass judgment without understanding.

"She's nothing more than an Omega, a feeble wolf, a fragile girl with no power, and she will never, ever be worthy of being my Luna," he declared with an icy tone. His eyes slowly turned towards me as if a spotlight had suddenly illuminated my presence.

It's all coldness.

I can sense a sharp pang of pain piercing through my heart.

"I, Ares Zander Hendrix, the fierce and commanding Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack, forcefully cast you aside, Dana Toussaint, as my mate," he declared with a cold and unyielding voice.