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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Oh my goddess, Gideon, you're going to get it now!" I laughed, feeling the familiar warmth building in my palms as I faced off against my cousin in the training field behind his cottage.


Four years had transformed me into someone I barely recognized from that terrified girl who'd accidentally landed in Storm Crest territory. Now the fire magic coursed through my veins as naturally as breathing.


"You started this, El," Gideon grinned, his hands glowing with blue energy. My cousin, the Royal Wizard of Storm Crest Pack, looked utterly ridiculous with his beard still sporting the pink streaks from my prank this morning. "Turning my beard pink while I was sleeping? Really mature."


"You should see your face," I taunted, dancing away as he sent a harmless pulse of energy toward me. "Pink is definitely your color."


A New Alpha, A New Pack, A New Beginning