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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"When I asked if you wanted to try," Rhys whispered, his face now dangerously close to mine, his breath warm against my lips, "I didn't mean you to touch my cigarette. I have many other ways for you to taste it."


My heart thundered in my chest as his eyes darkened, pupils dilating with unmistakable desire. A part of me—the primal omega part I tried desperately to ignore—urged me to close the gap between us, to finally feel his lips on mine. 


The car suddenly felt too hot, too small. His scent surrounded me completely: smoke, leather, and something distinctly male that made my head spin.


He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against mine. The ghost of a touch, but enough to send electricity shooting through my entire body. My breath hitched, my eyes fluttering closed against my better judgment.


Just when I thought he would finally kiss me, his warm breath fanned across my face as he let out a low, mocking chuckle. The sound doused me like ice water.


Fears Revealed, Promises Made