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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I checked my watch again as I waited for Ethan to pick up his damn phone. This was the third call, and my patience was wearing thin. When he finally answered, I didn't bother hiding my frustration.


"Ethan, man, what's the hold up? Are you in or out for tonight?"


"Julian..." Ethan's voice came through sounding hesitant. "I don't know about this. With everything going on with Elara and—"


"Seriously?" I cut him off, pacing outside the tattoo shop where Rhys was still getting his work finished. "It's Rhys's birthday. Your best friend since forever. And you're still on the fence because of your step-sister?"


"It's not that simple," Ethan replied. "You don't understand what he did to her."


I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "Look, I get that family comes first or whatever, but Rhys needs us right now. All of us. He's going through some serious shit."


The silence that followed told me Ethan was torn. Good. He should be feeling guilty.


A Dangerous Dinner