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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 entire body trembled—not from fear this time, but from a cocktail of emotions I couldn't even begin to untangle. The darkness of the room still pressed around us, but something had shifted inside me. A switch had flipped.


As Rhys's lips pressed against my neck again, a surge of clarity cut through the haze of confusion and desire. What was I doing? What was *he* doing?


I planted my hands firmly against his chest and shoved him back with all my strength.


"Get off me, you dirty guy!" The words burst from my mouth with a vehemence that surprised even me.


Rhys stumbled back slightly, and I could sense his shock even in the darkness. The air between us crackled with tension.


"What did you just call me?" His voice was dangerously low, that familiar edge of Alpha authority slicing through each syllable.


I straightened my spine, refusing to cower. "You heard me. I'm not one of your puppets that you can play with whenever you feel like it."


Broken Bonds and Bitter Words