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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"You... love me?" The words felt strange on my tongue, almost foreign. I stared at Rhys's earnest face, searching for any sign of deception, any hint that this was just another cruel joke.


My brain refused to process what he was saying. After everything, after all the pain and humiliation, he stood here claiming to love me?


A bubble of hysterical laughter escaped my lips before I could stop it. Then another. Soon, I was doubled over, laughing so hard tears sprang to my eyes.


"What's so funny?" Rhys asked, his voice tight with hurt.


I straightened up, wiping tears from my eyes. "You. This. Everything." I gestured wildly between us. "You don't love me, Rhys. You just want to sleep with me."


His face hardened. "Is that what you think? That this is all about sex?"


"Isn't it?" I challenged. "You're drunk and horny, and I'm conveniently here. Tomorrow you'll wake up and regret everything you've said."


"I'm not drunk," he insisted, stepping closer. "I've had one beer all night. One."


A Birthday Revelation and a Public Claim