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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Stay away from all other boys," Rhys's voice commanded, his dark eyes burning into mine. "Your choice should be me."


I stared at him incredulously, my mouth falling open. Who did he think he was? After everything he'd done—the rejection, the humiliation, the cruelty—he had the audacity to stake a claim on me now?


"You can't be serious," I managed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not some toy you get to play with whenever you're bored, Rhys."


"This isn't a game to me, Elara," he insisted, taking another step closer.


"Really? Because that's exactly what it feels like." I stood my ground despite the hammering of my heart. "One minute you're rejecting me in front of everyone, and the next you're breaking up with your girlfriend and telling me you want me? Do you think I'm stupid?"


His jaw tightened. "If I say I regret rejecting you, will you believe me?"


A bitter laugh escaped me. "Do I look like a fool to you?"


Conflicted Loyalties, Burning Desires