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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Keep laughing," I spat, my chest heaving with fury. "Keep laughing at your own joke, Rhys."


His laughter died instantly, replaced by a cold, hard stare. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, the air between us charged with tension.


"Your tongue's running really well these days," he said, taking a step closer. "Makes me wonder what else it's good at."


Disgust crawled up my spine at his crude implication. "You're revolting," I hissed, crossing my arms over my chest like a shield. "I hate you. I genuinely hate you."


Rhys's lips curved into a dismissive smirk. "So you keep saying."


"You know what? You're not just horrible to me. Look what you're doing to Ethan's life," I said, finding strength in my anger. "He's supposed to be your friend, and you keep pulling him into your mess. He's stuck in the middle because his dad married my mom, and you make everything impossible."


"You don't know what you're talking about," Rhys replied, his voice flat.


Power Struggles and Fading Loyalty