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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"How dare you get close to her?" Rhys growled, pushing the boy against the brick wall with such force I heard the sickening thud of his head hitting the surface.


The boy's eyes widened in terror as blood began to trickle down the side of his face. "Is she with you? I didn't know she was yours, Alpha Knight, I swear!"


I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before me. My wet shirt clung uncomfortably to my skin, but that discomfort was nothing compared to the shock of seeing Rhys's violence. He'd always been intimidating, but this was another level entirely. His eyes glowed crimson with barely restrained fury, his muscles tensed like a predator ready to kill.


"Rhys, stop," I whispered. "He's bleeding."


Rhys's head snapped toward me, his gaze immediately dropping to the dark stain on my white top. His eyes narrowed dangerously.


"Are you hurt?" he demanded, still holding the boy by his throat.


I shook my head quickly. "No, it's just beer. He spilled—"


Captives, Threats, and an Alpha's Fury