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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Let go of me!" I snapped, yanking my arm from Rhys's grip. My heart was pounding against my ribs, anger and confusion swirling inside me. One minute I'd been heading to my front door, the next Rhys Knight had appeared from the shadows, grabbing my arm.


His eyes flashed dangerously in the dim porch light. "Were you just going to ignore me?"


"What is your problem?" I demanded, rubbing my arm where his fingers had left imprints. "You can't just lurk outside my house and then grab me like some stalker!"


Rhys ran a hand through his dark hair, looking more disheveled than usual. The confident smirk I was used to seeing was replaced with something raw, almost desperate.


"I've been waiting for you," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I saw you with him."


The realization hit me. "You were spying on my date with Liam?"


His jaw clenched at Liam's name. "Do you actually like him, Elara?" The question came out strained, like each word caused him physical pain.


A Possessive Alpha and a Brother's Peril