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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 silence in Liam's car was thick as we pulled away from my house. I stared out the window, watching the familiar neighborhood blur past, my mind replaying Rhys's words over and over again.


*What if I tell you that I regret rejecting her?*


What was that supposed to mean? After weeks of torment, after humiliating me in front of our entire school, *now* he had regrets?


"You're quiet," Liam observed, glancing over at me. "Everything okay?"


"About what happened back there?" he asked, his voice gentle. "With Knight?"


My hands tightened into fists in my lap. "Is it that obvious?"


"You've got that look," he said, turning onto the main road. "The one where you're both angry and confused at the same time."


I sighed, letting my head fall back against the headrest. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't let him ruin our time together."


Feral Emotions Behind Locked Doors