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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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's energy buzzed around us, but in our circle, playing this game of truth, time seemed to stand still. I sat on the floor across from Rhys, my legs tucked awkwardly to the side in this too-short black dress. I was intensely aware of how much skin I was showing, especially with Rhys's dark eyes occasionally drifting to my exposed thighs.


The question he'd just asked hung in the air between us: "If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?"


My heart hammered against my ribs. Everyone was watching, waiting for my answer. Liam's hand tightened protectively around mine.


Before I could answer, Julian cleared his throat. "Let's keep this moving, folks. Game rules say you spin again if the bottle lands on the same person twice in a row."


Rhys shot him a murderous glare, but Julian held his ground. "Your party, your rules, but that's how the game works."


"Fine," Rhys growled, reaching for the bottle again.


The Question That Hangs in the Air