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She gaped at him. "Are you provoking me on purpose, Mr. Darcy?"
Mr. Darcy gazed at her with a transfixed expression on his face. "Are you... provoked, Miss Bennet?"
"Do you enjoy provoking me?" Her voice was rising.
"If I did," he whispered, "what would you do about that?"

In this Regency England that never was, the worst thing for any woman is to present as an alpha. No man would want an alpha woman, after all, an abrasive, shrewish, loud, demanding sort of woman, a woman who knows her own mind.

A woman like Elizabeth Bennet, who must hide her designation from the world, even as her elder sister Jane, an omega, is sought after by the eligible alpha gentlemen who have alighted on this assembly at Meryton.

Except one of them, the haughty and dismissive Fitzwilliam Darcy? Elizabeth scents him.

He's not an alpha at all. He's pretending to be one, hiding his true designation because it's shameful for men to present the way he has.

Mr. Darcy is an omega.

Now, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are on a collision course for each other, sure to meet in sparks and heat and passion.

Dear reader, this book is probably the filthiest JAFF you've ever read and yet simultaneously the most tame omegaverse in history. In other words-it's all relative. See author's note in book for further content advisories.