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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I stared at Liam across the cafeteria table, his warm brown eyes filled with concern. The confession I'd almost made earlier still hung between us, unspoken. Part of me wanted to tell him everything—about Rhys being my mate, about the rejection, about the pain that still lingered. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.


"I just don't understand why he keeps bothering me," I said instead, pushing my salad around with a fork. "I wish he'd leave me alone."


Liam reached across the table, his hand hovering near mine but not quite touching it. "Rhys Knight has always been trouble, Elara. But his fixation on you..." He shook his head. "I don't like it."


Seraphina slid into the seat beside me, dropping her designer bag on the table. She looked between us, her sharp eyes missing nothing.


"You look exhausted," she said to me, then turned to Liam. "And you look worried. This Rhys situation is getting out of hand."


Cafeteria Violence and a Courageous Stand