Elara Veyne

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me."

Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke.

Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?

Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Zara's mascara streaked down her face as she grabbed my arm, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my skin.


"Please, Rhys, you can't do this to me!" Her voice cracked with desperation. "We can work this out. I'll change, I promise."


I pulled my arm away, disgust churning in my stomach. "There's nothing to work out. We're done."


"Is it another girl? Is it that omega bitch?" Her pretty face contorted with rage and pain. "I can be better than her, I swear."


The mention of Elara sent a jolt through my chest. Those fierce green eyes staring me down in the dark room, challenging me, defying me. *I'm not running, Rhys. For the first time, I'm standing my ground.* Her words sliced through me again.


"This has nothing to do with anyone else," I said coldly, though the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.


Secrets Shared Under Starlight