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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"None of your business," I said, my voice surprisingly steady.


A collective gasp rippled through the circle. Seraphina's eyes widened, and Ethan nearly choked on his drink. The tension in the room thickened until it felt like we were all drowning in it.


Rhys leaned forward, his eyes darkening to that dangerous shade that made my stomach clench. "What did you just say?"


I stood up, smoothing down my dress. "I said it's none of your business, Rhys. You rejected me, remember? You made it very clear I wasn't good enough to be your mate. So who I love is no longer your concern."


My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. I'd never spoken to him like this before. Never dared. But something had snapped inside me—maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe I was just tired of the games.


"I'm leaving," I announced, looking directly at Seraphina. "This game isn't fun anymore."


Liam stood immediately. "I'll walk you out."


A Game's End, A Friend's Ploy