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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Rhys's lips crashed against mine with hunger and need that made my knees weak. It was like he was drinking me in, consuming every part of me. My wolf, newly awakened, howled in approval, urging me to respond. And I did.


I kissed him back with equal fervor, my hands clutching at his shoulders for support. My mind was spinning, torn between what my heart wanted and what my brain warned against. But in this moment, all I could focus on was how perfectly our mouths fit together, how his tongue danced with mine in a rhythm that felt like coming home.


"Elara," he breathed against my lips, his hands cradling my face like I was something precious. "God, I've wanted this for so long."


He deepened the kiss, backing me against the wall. I felt the cool surface press against my bare skin where my dress had slipped down my shoulders, creating a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Rhys's body.


A Confession of Love Amidst Lingering Scents