Snowbound with Alpha Darcy

Three days ago, Elizabeth Bennet was a respectable beta trapped at Netherfield by a winter storm. Now she’s a desperate omega who knows exactly what Darcy’s hands feel like against her fevered skin, what broken sounds he makes when she begs for more, how close his teeth came to her throat when he almost—

Almost claimed her.
She felt his control shatter that final night. His grip tightening possessively. The words torn from his lips—mine, mine, mine—before he wrenched himself away while she died inside.
She shouldn’t be surprised. At night, he cares for her, but when the sun reigns the day, he can barely look at her. Won’t speak to her. Treats her like she’s something shameful to be endured.
When he finally tells her to leave Netherfield immediately, Elizabeth flees with the last shreds of her dignity intact. She’ll never beg Fitzwilliam Darcy for anything again.

Even if her body still burns for his touch. Even if her throat aches for his mark. Even if she’ll spend every heat for the rest of her life remembering what she can never have.