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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stopped abruptly when Rhys called my name again. His voice carried through the cool morning air, commanding and irritatingly familiar. I closed my eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly before turning around.


"What now, Rhys?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.


He stood a few feet away, his dark hair slightly tousled from the morning breeze. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the intricate tattoos that covered his forearms. In another life, I might have found him breathtakingly handsome. Now, I only felt annoyance.


"You're really going to run away?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you that scared of me?"


I rolled my eyes. "Not everything is about you. I just don't want to be late."


"With Liam Thorne," he added, his jaw tightening as he said the name.


"Yes, with Liam," I replied firmly. "Who, unlike you, respects me and treats me like a person."


Rhys's eyes flashed dangerously. "You don't know him like I do."


Pack Politics and Personal Pain