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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 phone felt heavy in my hand as I waited for Rhys to respond. Standing outside Wolf's Den Coffee, I caught myself smiling at his last message. Despite everything, those three words—"I miss you"—still made my heart flutter.


"You look happy," Rowan commented as he joined me outside. "Knight texting you sweet nothings?"


I tucked my phone away. "Something like that."


My phone rang suddenly, Rhys's name lighting up the screen. That was fast. Usually, he preferred texting.


"It's him," I said to Rowan, who raised his eyebrows.


"Better answer before he sends a search party," he joked, then pressed a finger to his lips in a playful shushing gesture. "Don't tell him I'm here. He already looks at me like I'm competition."


I rolled my eyes but nodded as I answered. "Hello?"


"Where are you?" Rhys's voice was tight, controlled in a way that immediately set me on edge.


A Deceptive Web and an Alpha's Misguided Fury