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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I stared at the piece of cake in my hands, acutely aware of the hundreds of eyes boring into me. The weight of expectation felt heavier than the plate I was holding. My fingers trembled slightly as I picked up the fork.


"Go on," Rhys encouraged, his voice low and intimate despite our very public setting.


Taking a deep breath, I scooped up a small bite and brought it to my lips. The chocolate melted on my tongue, rich and sweet, but I could barely taste it through the shock coursing through my system. Rhys's intense gaze never left my face, making my cheeks burn even hotter.


Then, to my absolute mortification, he reached out and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, catching a smudge of frosting I hadn't realized was there. The simple touch sent electricity racing down my spine.


What happened next made the room collectively gasp.


Whispers, Blushes, and a Lover's Gaze