Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 01

Starved Omega in Heat: My Alpha Ran to Another Chapter 01 : The Anniversary Promise
Three years of a sexless mate bond.
I, Charlotte Hayes, had begged Zohan Foster to f*ck me exactly 999 times. During my heat, I stripped naked, spread my slick opening, and pleaded for him to push inside. But every time we got close, his dead brother’s mate Grace Nolan would call, and he’d stop cold.
On our mate bonding anniversary, he finally agreed to f*ck me.
Blushing, I straddled his waist. His c*ck was just about to enter when Grace’s phone rang.
“Zohan, I accidentally stabbed my womb. I’m bleeding so much. What if I can never have cubs again…?”
He panicked instantly. He shoved me aside and scrambled for the door.
I grabbed his arm. “Let the pack healer check on her first—”
He whirled around and slapped me across the face so hard my head snapped to the side.
“Charlotte! Grace hurt her womb. How can you be so heartless?”
He threw on his jacket and ran out.
By the time I got there, Zohan—the man who’d promised to f*ck me tonight—was buried inside Grace, thrusting hard. Scratch marks raked his back. The room echoed with his ragged grunts.
When I confronted him, he didn’t even pull out. He just kept moving slowly inside Grace, glancing at me like I was an inconvenience.
“Grace is in critical condition. Only my seed can heal her womb. You want me to let her die?”
“So I didn’t f*ck you tonight. You that desperate? Once she’s healed, I’ll get to you. That good enough?”
Something inside me went cold.
Then there’s nothing left between us. We’re done—once and for all.
Zohan didn’t bother keeping quiet. The wet slap of skin, Grace’s breathy moans, his guttural curses—all of it carried right through the door.
The guards on patrol turned to stare. A few looked sorry for me. Most just smirked.
I dug my nails into my palms until I drew blood, forcing the shame and rage down.
Two full hours.
He finally stumbled out, drenched in sweat. His c*ck was still half-hard, slick with cum dripping down his thighs. Bite marks covered his neck.
The anniversary shirt I’d bought special for tonight had white streaks smeared across it.
His inner circle—his most trusted wolves—broke into rowdy cheers and wolf whistles.
“Alpha finally got that d*ck wet, the lucky bastard! Grace must be wild in the sack.”
Then their eyes slid to me. Contempt dripped from every look.
“Charlotte’s still a wolf-less failure after three years. They have been bonded for three years. Alpha won’t even touch her.”
My face burned. Rage coiled tighter in my chest.
Years ago, during a Rogue attack, my white wolf soul had drained itself protecting the pack and fallen into a deep sleep. My father ended up in a coma. Zohan’s brother Oakley Foster died saving him.
To repay that debt and hold things together, I—as the only daughter of Blood Moon Pack—brought our clan’s resources and bonded with Zohan. I helped him secure his place as Alpha of Shadow Pack.
Before the bond, he swore: never cheat, or die a miserable death.
Now he was screwing his dead brother’s mate in public and humiliating me in front of everyone.
He noticed me watching. He pushed his laughing cronies aside and came toward me like he always did, arms open for a hug.
The scent of another woman hit me. I stepped back.
Zohan froze, scowling.
“Charlotte, we’re bonded. So I slept with someone else a few times. You going to make this a whole thing? You kept quiet for three years. Why kick up a fuss now?”
I said nothing.
He opened his mouth to keep going, but Grace appeared in the doorway bare-legged, wearing his shirt. She slumped into his arms, weak and needy.
“Zohan… help me…”
Her hand found his c*ck through his pants. She stroked him.
“Zohan… it still hurts down there…”
His eyes went dark. He didn’t push her away. Instead, he turned to me like this was perfectly normal.
“Charlotte, grab me some birth control pills. Grace’s injury needs me to stretch her open and apply medicine without a condom tonight. Then we’ll test if she’s healing.”
“There’s plenty of time for us to have sex later. If you won’t even get the pills, don’t ever expect me to touch you again.”
I felt like I’d been dropped into a frozen lake.
He actually said that. Right in front of everyone.
Laughter rippled around us—low, dirty, knowing.
Zohan didn’t look back. He let Grace keep stroking him while he groped her breasts, then shut the door.
Through it came the thumping, the gasping, Grace’s breathy pleas.
My stomach churned.
I couldn’t stay. I braced myself against the wall and stumbled out of that place.