My Mardi Gras Bourbon Street Stalker

A Mardi Gras Omegaverse Fated Mates with Pregnancy and Milking

Mardi Gras was supposed to be my escape. But I never saw him coming...

Celeste
Mardi Gras was supposed to be my escape—a night where I could get lost in the crowd, anonymous and free. No names. No ties. No regrets. But the second I felt him, I knew I was being hunted. His golden eyes burned through the chaos, his presence cutting through the drunken revelry like a blade. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, when he wraps his inked hands around me, I realize I was never free. Not really. Because I belong to him, and he’s come to collect.

Dominic
She thought she could run. Thought she could disappear into the drunken masses, her gold mask shielding her from me. But I’ve been watching her for months, tracking her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to take what’s mine. And tonight, in the shadows of Bourbon Street, there’s nowhere left to run. She’s mine. And I won’t let her go until she admits it, until she breaks, until she knows—she was always meant to belong to me.
🔥 Dark & Obsessive Romance
🔪 Stalker Romance
🐺 Omegaverse (Non-Shifter)
🖤 Kidnapping & Forced Proximity
⏳ Long-Term Stalking
🎭 Psychological Warfare
🔥 Heat-Induced Weakness
💦 Lactation Kink
🚪 Failed Escape Attempts
🔗 Omega Submission Arc