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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"So wait," Seraphina leaned forward, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You're telling me that Rhys Knight—resident bad boy, future Alpha, and your mate who publicly humiliated you—actually said the words 'I love you'?"


I nodded slowly, still struggling to believe it myself. The three of us had moved to a quiet corner of the campus café after the volleyball match, away from curious ears. My hands wrapped tightly around my coffee mug as I continued my story from last night.


"It wasn't just that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You should have seen the way people reacted when I showed up at the race. This girl Monique—she seemed to be in charge—practically cornered me to warn me about him."


"What did she say?" Debra asked, her brow furrowed with concern.


I took a sip of my coffee, remembering the fierce protectiveness in Monique's eyes when she'd pulled me aside at the warehouse.


Truths Unfold and Wounds Reopen