Snowbound with Alpha Darcy

Three days ago, Elizabeth Bennet was a respectable beta trapped at Netherfield by a winter storm. Now shes a desperate omega who knows exactly what Darcys 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 shouldnt be surprised. At night, he cares for her, but when the sun reigns the day, he can barely look at her. Wont speak to her. Treats her like shes something shameful to be endured.

When he finally tells her to leave Netherfield immediately, Elizabeth flees with the last shreds of her dignity intact. Shell 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 shell spend every heat for the rest of her life remembering what she can never have.

A Pride & Prejudice omegaverse variation where passion burns hot but pride runs deeper—and every dawn brings fresh heartbreak.