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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

The music thumped loudly as I sat at the bar with Seraphina and Debra, my mind swirling with thoughts of what had just happened with Rhys. My fingers absently traced the rim of my glass, the ice long since melted.


"You're still wearing his jacket," Debra pointed out, eyeing me with a smirk. "And you've got that dreamy look on your face."


I snapped back to reality, pulling Rhys's jacket tighter around me despite the warmth of the crowded room. "What look? I don't have a look."


Seraphina snorted. "Please. You've been in a daze since he walked away. Something more happened between you two than just talking, didn't it?"


I felt my cheeks heat up, which only made Debra lean in closer, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.


"Oh my god," she gasped, pointing at my neck. "Is that a hickey?"


My hand flew to my neck, trying to cover the spot where Rhys's lips had been. "No! It's just... a rash or something."


A Sister's Doubts and a Brother's Endorsement