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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stood outside the coffee shop with my heart still racing from the confrontation at campus. Rowan shifted nervously beside me, his eyes darting around as if expecting Rhys to materialize from the shadows.


"Thanks for explaining everything to me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "And for the company. I appreciate it."


"Don't mention it, Elara." Rowan's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Are you sure you'll be okay? Knight seemed pretty furious."


I nodded, though I wasn't convinced myself. "I'll handle it."


"Text me if you need anything, okay?" He squeezed my shoulder briefly before walking away.


The short walk home felt like miles. What would I say to Rhys? How could I make him understand that there was nothing between Rowan and me? The thought of Rhys believing Zara's manipulations made my stomach twist with anxiety.


A Calculated Gift and a Beckoning Danger