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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Elara, I need you to relax," Rhys whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "This might hurt at first, but I promise it will help."


I stood facing the wall, my body trembling slightly. The initial ritual had only dulled the pain, not eliminated it completely. The rejection wounds still mapped across my back like angry red rivers.


"What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice barely audible.


Instead of answering, Rhys leaned forward and pressed his lips against my earlobe. The unexpected touch sent a shiver down my spine. He moved to the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, planting a gentle kiss there.


A small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. 


"Trust me," he murmured against my skin. His fingers traced the outline of my dress, slowly pulling it further down my shoulders to expose more of my upper back. The cool air made me shiver again.


I gripped the front of my dress tighter against my chest, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Rhys..."


The Healing Touch and a Wolf's Return