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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I stared Rhys down, acutely aware of hundreds of eyes watching us. The cafeteria's fluorescent lights highlighted the rage etched across his face, but I couldn't back down now.


"What you did was ruthless," I said, my voice carrying across the silent room. "Beating someone up over a few stupid posts? Especially when you've never cared about any posts showing you with other girls."


Rhys's jaw tightened, his dark eyes narrowing on me. "I warned you not to interfere."


"That's all you can say?" I challenged, my hands trembling slightly at my sides. "You're just demonstrating your dominance over someone weaker. That's not strength—that's bullying."


The crowd around us shifted nervously. No one had ever spoken to Rhys Knight like this, especially not an omega. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.


I heard footsteps behind me, and suddenly Liam was at my side, his steady presence a comfort I desperately needed.


A Public Showdown and a Hidden Motive