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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

His words hung in the air between us. "Can you leave him and come to me?"


The audacity nearly took my breath away. After everything—after his public rejection, the humiliation, the weeks of torment—Rhys Knight thought he could just decide he wanted me now, and I would fall at his feet?


"Are you serious?" I finally managed, shoving against his chest. "You think you can treat me like garbage for weeks and suddenly I'll leave Liam for you just because you've changed your mind?"


His face darkened, those stormy eyes narrowing to slits. "So it is Thorne."


"That's what you got from what I just said? God, Rhys, you're unbelievable!" 


Before I could react, his hands shot out, gripping my upper arms as he spun me around, pressing me against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough that I couldn't escape. His body caged mine, his breath hot on my neck.


"Let me go!" I demanded, trying to twist away.


A Painful Confession and a Glimmer of Hope