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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 cafeteria fell silent as Zara stumbled away, tears streaming down her face. Everyone's eyes were on me and Rhys, watching with bated breath. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I processed what had just happened.


Rhys Knight, future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack, had just publicly claimed me as his.


I stood frozen, unable to move or speak as his dark eyes held mine captive. The intensity in his gaze sent a wave of heat through my body. This was the same man who had rejected and humiliated me, who had caused me physical and emotional pain beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Yet here he was, defending me, declaring me as his in front of everyone.


"Elara?" Seraphina whispered from behind me, her voice pulling me back to reality.


Rhys took a step toward me, closing the distance between us. The cafeteria seemed to disappear as he focused solely on me, his eyes searching mine. I couldn't read his expression—was it concern? Affection? Possession? Perhaps all three.


Confessions and Complications