"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.
With a defiant glare, Ares boldly declared, "You're all wrong."
I gaze at him, my eyes filled with longing, desperately yearning for his protective embrace.
"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. 
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.

***
Dana Toussaint has harbored deep affection for her childhood sweetheart, Ares Xander Hendrix, the Alpha heir of the Moon Stone Pack. Ares once pledged to make her his Luna, but their connection faltered when he disappeared, leaving Dana with lingering hope amidst her pain.
After what felt like an eternity, Ares resurfaces to claim the Alpha position, but he's transformed. His indifference towards Dana wounds her deeply; he not only spurns her but replaces her with the woman responsible for her parents' demise.
Feeling betrayed, Dana's world shifts when she encounters Bathel Harris, the formidable Alpha of the Sun Flower Pack, who has long admired her. They fall in love, yet Dana's feelings for Ares remain unique.
As Ares returns, seeking Dana's forgiveness and promising change, she faces a pivotal choice: will she return to him or remain with the steadfast Bathel by her side?

The Alpha's Regret.

　　"Yes, fuck..." I moaned, the intensity of our passion driving me to new heights of ecstasy. With each movement, Bathel displayed patience and attentiveness that left me trembling with desire, his every touch a testament to his commitment to pleasuring me in ways I had never imagined.


　　As his thumb found my clit, a surge of pleasure rippled through me, igniting a fierce hunger that threatened to consume me entirely. With a desperate need to draw him closer, my free hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as our mouths met in a fevered embrace.


　　"Oh fuck, Bathel. Oh my God," I gasped, the overwhelming pleasure rendering me speechless as he expertly circled my most sensitive spot, each movement driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.


　　"Let me see that pretty face of yours," Bathel commanded, his grip on my chin firm yet tender as he guided me to meet his gaze.


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