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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stood frozen on the sidewalk, Rhys's car idling behind me. My words—"Find someone else to torment"—hung in the air between us, but I couldn't will my feet to move forward. Something in his confession had knocked me off-balance.


The car door opened and closed. Footsteps approached. I didn't need to turn to know it was him.


"Elara." His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Don't walk away."


I spun around, anger bubbling up inside me. "Are you kidding me right now? After everything you've done, you expect me to stay and listen to more of your lies?"


"I'm not lying," Rhys said, taking a step closer. The streetlight cast half his face in shadow, but I could see the intensity in his eyes. "I broke up with Zara for you."


"Oh, so I should be grateful?" I scoffed. "What, did you expect me to fall at your feet? Become another one of your conquests? Another notch in your bedpost before you get bored and move on?"


His jaw tightened. "That's not what this is."


An Alpha's Comfort, A Mother's Warning