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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 leaned against the bleachers, trying to focus on my phone instead of watching Liam's powerful form as he moved across the basketball court. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he practiced three-pointers with laser-like focus. The campus gym was mostly empty this late in the afternoon, with only a few dedicated players scattered around.


"Five more minutes!" I called out, checking the time again.


Liam caught the ball and held it against his hip, flashing me that easy smile that had won over half the girls on campus. "You in a hurry?"


I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sort of. I need to get ready."


His smile faltered slightly. "Ready for what?"


I hesitated, knowing what was coming. "Seraphina and I are going to Rhys's birthday party tonight."


The warmth in his eyes cooled immediately. He bounced the ball once, twice, his jaw tightening. "You're going to his party? Seriously?"


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