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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 atmosphere in the living room crackled with tension as Liam and I settled on the couch across from Rhys. His dark eyes never left us, tracking every movement like a predator studying its prey. I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, hyperaware of Liam's presence beside me.


"So," Ethan broke the awkward silence, his gaze shifting between Liam and me, "how long have you two known each other, Thorne?"


I could feel Rhys's stare intensify at the question. The muscle in his jaw ticked visibly.


"We met at the university library," I answered before Liam could, hoping to diffuse some of the tension. "It was during midterms last semester."


Liam smiled at me, his eyes warming with the memory. "Elara was carrying this massive stack of books—couldn't even see over the top of them."


"I bumped right into him," I continued, relaxing slightly as I recalled the memory. "Books went flying everywhere. It was mortifying."


Tension and Tenderness in the Aftermath