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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"What arrangement?" I asked again, my voice stronger this time.


The tension on the deck was suffocating. Everyone waited for Zara's answer, but before she could speak, Ethan appeared behind her.


"Zara, I think you should leave," he said firmly, his hand gripping her elbow.


She yanked her arm away. "Don't touch me."


"Then don't make scenes at my house," Ethan shot back. "You weren't invited in the first place."


Zara's eyes darted between Rhys and me, that malicious smile still playing on her lips. "Fine. But this isn't over."


As Ethan escorted her inside, I turned to my friends. "I need another drink."


"I'll get it," Liam offered, touching my arm gently.


I glanced back to where Rhys had been standing, but he was already gone. The knot in my stomach tightened. What "arrangement" had Zara been talking about?


"Don't let her get to you," Seraphina said, reading my expression. "She's just trying to cause trouble."


A Taunting Dare in the Dark