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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the warehouse as Julian Mercer's fist connected with one of the captor's jaws. The man stumbled backward, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.


"You Silver Moon dogs think you're so special," the captor snarled, wiping his mouth. "But here? You're nothing. We don't bow to you like your pathetic pack members."


Rhys stepped forward, his eyes glowing that dangerous crimson. "I don't need you to bow. I just need answers. How many students have you sold those drugs to?"


So that's what this was about. Drug dealing at the university. I'd heard whispers about students getting hooked on something new, something dangerous. The Storm Crest Pack was behind it.


One of the captors laughed. "More than you can count, Knight. Your precious territory is already compromised."


Rhys moved so fast I barely saw it. His fist connected with the man's stomach, doubling him over.


Fading Echoes and Shifting Hearts