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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Without a word, Rhys reached out and seized my wrist in a vice-like grip. The shock of his touch sent electricity racing up my arm.


He didn't answer, just pulled me away from the bar. My drink toppled over, spilling across the counter as I stumbled after him. People turned to stare as he marched through the crowded party, dragging me behind him like some prize he'd claimed.


I tried to wrench my arm away, but his fingers only tightened.


"Let go of me!" I hissed, but my voice was swallowed by the pounding music.


He ignored me, moving with single-minded purpose toward a hallway I hadn't noticed before. The further we went, the dimmer the lights became, the bass from the speakers fading into a distant thud. The long corridor was empty, moonlight streaming through occasional windows creating pools of silver on the floor.


"Rhys, stop!" I yelled, finding my voice at last. "You can't just drag me around like this!"


Cornered by the Alpha: A Desperate Plea