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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 space inside Rhys's car grew impossibly hot as his lips claimed mine with fierce hunger. My body reacted instinctively to his touch, melting against him despite the turmoil in my mind. His hands were everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my hips, sliding under the hem of my shirt to touch bare skin.


"Elara," he groaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating through my bones. "I need you."


I couldn't deny the electricity between us. My fingers clutched at his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with possessive intent. The hard evidence of his desire pressed against me, making my breath hitch.


His mouth trailed down my neck, leaving a path of fire wherever his lips touched. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he whispered against my skin. "How much I want you?"


A Promise Delayed, A Love Reaffirmed