Alpha’s Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate Novel – “Dominic, I beg you,” I gasped sharply as my mate Dominic thrust into me hard. Each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my body, but something was missing. Love. “Please—just one kiss—” He rammed deeper, making me cry out. Sweat dripped from his jaw onto my face. It felt so good, but the physical connection felt empty, devoid of any tenderness or passion.
“A kiss?” he asked contemptuously. “You think you deserve that?” I stared up at the ceiling, tears sliding down my temples. His hands gripped my arms hard enough to bruise as he continued his relentless pace, making me pant. “It was an accident,” I whispered brokenly. “He didn’t mean it. He proved it before he died—” “Your adoptive father,” he spat venomously, “murdered Isabella in cold blood. His death changes nothing.” His fingers dug into my flesh as he increased his pace.
The burning between my legs intensified until I thought I would split apart. Stars burst behind my eyelids from the pain. “Open your eyes,” he ordered harshly. “I want to see your shame while I claim what’s mine.” I forced my eyes open, meeting his cold gray stare. No trace of love or warmth resided there. Only disgust and rage stared back at me. The mate bond had manifested when I turned eighteen.
I’d been walking alone in the pack gardens, lost in my thoughts. Then Dominic rounded the corner. One breath of his scent was all it took—the ancient magic flared to life between us instantly. But his heart belonged to Isabella already. His childhood sweetheart. The woman my adoptive father allegedly murdered.
Her death poisoned any chance of Dominic accepting me as his true mate. His thrusts grew more erratic. A strangled groan escaped his throat as he finished. He pulled out immediately, leaving me cold and empty on the sweat-soaked sheets. “Dominic…” I called weakly. Pain stabbed through my abdomen, sharper than usual. Something felt wrong. He didn’t respond.
Didn’t even look at me as he dressed efficiently and strode from the room. The door slammed with finality behind him. I curled onto my side, shaking violently. Wetness trickled down my thighs. When I touched the sheets between my legs, my fingers came away red with blood. The room spun sickeningly. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, nearly dropping it twice before managing to dial. “Sarah?” My voice trembled. “I need you. Please hurry.” The pack healer arrived within minutes, medical bag in hand.
Her eyes widened when she saw the blood-stained sheets. “Let me examine you, Luna.” she said worriedly, snapping on latex gloves. The examination was gentle but thorough. Every touch made me wince. When she finished, Sarah sat carefully beside me. “You’re carrying a baby,” she announced gravely.