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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 party pulsed around me, but all I could feel was Rhys's burning gaze across the room. Every few seconds, I'd catch him looking at me, his jaw tight, eyes narrowed. It wasn't the disgust I'd grown accustomed to – this was something else entirely. Something that made my skin tingle.


"He hasn't taken his eyes off you all night," Seraphina whispered, nudging me as she handed me another drink.


I took a long sip, needing the liquid courage. "I noticed."


"Good. Let him look. Let him see exactly what he's been missing."


I wasn't used to being the center of attention, especially Rhys Knight's attention. But tonight, in this dress, with my confidence slowly building, I allowed myself to enjoy it – just a little.


Across the room, I could see Rhys surrounded by his friends and the usual crowd of admirers. Ethan said something that made him scowl, and then Nash clapped him on the shoulder, laughing.


"I wonder what they're talking about," I murmured.


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