Alpha’s Regret: His Rejected Mate’s Revenge

5. WET DREAMS

(Ava’s POV)

I found myself lost in a haze of heat, the air thick with tension as Dominic’s hand brushed over my skin. His touch was firm yet gentle, igniting sparks wherever his fingers grazed. I was pressed against a wall, my breath coming in shallow gasps as his lips descended on mine, capturing them in a kiss that left me trembling. His hand slid down to my waist, pulling me closer, and I melted into his embrace, the warmth of his body seeping into mine. I could feel his bare chest against me, every ridge of muscle, every line of his form, and I was intoxicated by him. I wanted more—needed more.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a burning trail, and I tilted my head back, giving him full access. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, and I shivered, my entire body attuned to his every move. My hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath them, pulling him closer as desire pulsed through my veins.

Dominic’s hand slid lower, gripping my thigh, and in one swift movement, he hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and I gasped as he pressed me harder against the wall, his mouth finding mine again in a searing kiss.

“Ava…” His voice was a low growl, and it sent a shiver down my spine. His lips hovered over mine for a moment, his breath hot against my skin, before he closed the distance once more, consuming me entirely…

I jolted awake, heart pounding, my body flushed with heat. For a moment, I lay there, dazed and confused, the remnants of the dream still clinging to me. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I tried to shake off the vivid images of Dominic.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. What the hell is wrong with me?

It was that stupid moment last night. The way he’d caught me when I nearly fell down the stairs, his arm strong around my waist, his face so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. And he’d been shirtless. Of course, that hadn’t helped. His sculpted body was practically etched into my brain now.

I wanted to slap myself. This wasn’t the time to be drooling over some mysterious rogue man, no matter how damn attractive he was. I had bigger things to worry about—like how to get revenge on Caleb and Tessa for betraying me. And more importantly, I needed to reclaim my wolf.

My heart sank at the thought. I had only just turned 21 and barely had the chance to connect with my wolf before it was ripped away from me. The rejection had severed our bond before it even had a chance to solidify, leaving me hollow, incomplete. And without her, I wasn’t just vulnerable—I was powerless.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Skylar, the medic, entered with her usual calm demeanor, carrying a tray with fresh bandages and ointments. “Good morning, Ava. How are you feeling today?”

I forced a small smile. “As good as I can, I guess.”

She came over to check my leg wound, gently unwrapping the bandage. “You’re healing, but slowly. The wound is deep, and without your wolf, it’s going to take a while.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said, watching her closely. “Is it… possible to get my wolf back?”

Skylar paused for a moment, glancing at me with a flicker of concern in her eyes. She took a deep breath and set the bandages aside. “It’s possible, but it won’t be easy. Reclaiming your wolf is like going on a spiritual journey. You’d need to reconnect with her on a deep level, and in your case… it’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” I asked, my throat tight. “What do you mean?”

Skylar gave me a sad look. “You said you never really got a chance to bond with her before the rejection. That makes it harder. Your wolf may not want to be reclaimed, Ava.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “What… what does that mean?”

“It means she may see the rejection as the ultimate betrayal, not just from Caleb, but from you, too. If your wolf doesn’t want to come back… you could lose her for good.”

A sinking feeling formed in my chest. “If I lose her… what happens to me?”

Skylar sighed softly, placing a hand on mine. “Without your wolf, you’ll slowly lose your abilities as a werewolf. Your strength, your heightened senses… they’ll fade. In time, you’ll become more human than a wolf.”

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I would lose everything. I wouldn’t just be a broken omega—I’d be nothing. No wolf. No powers. No future.

“I’ll be human,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Skylar nodded, squeezing my hand. “It’s a possibility. But don’t give up hope just yet. Reclaiming your wolf is difficult, but it’s not impossible. You’ll need time and guidance. For now, focus on healing your body. We can work on your wolf after that.”

Her words were meant to be comforting, but they did little to ease the dread creeping up inside me. I didn’t have time. I needed to heal faster, get stronger, and reclaim my wolf before I lost her—and myself—forever.

I wanted to be better. I wanted to get out of here and face Tessa and Caleb again, but I couldn’t do it without my wolf. And the more time I wasted lying in this bed, the more I feared I might never be whole again.

“I’ll help you through this, Ava,” Skylar promised. “But first, you need to rest and let your body recover. The rest will come in time.”

I nodded, though my heart was heavy. Skylar finished tending to my wound and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Alone with the growing fear that I might lose everything that made me a werewolf.

I stared at the ceiling, feeling the pressure of my reality closing in. This wasn’t just about getting revenge anymore. It was about survival. I needed my wolf. Without her, I wasn’t sure I could ever be strong enough to face the hell that awaited me outside these walls.

And the clock was ticking.