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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

My phone vibrated against the desk, distracting me from the textbook I'd been trying to focus on for the past hour. I smiled when I saw Rhys's name on the screen.


"Hey," I answered, unable to keep the excitement from my voice.


"Hey beautiful," his deep voice filled my ear, sending a pleasant shiver through me. "What are you doing?"


"Just studying. Missing you," I admitted, twirling a strand of hair between my fingers.


It had only been two days since Rhys left for his pack business trip, but it felt like two weeks. Each night, I'd toss and turn in bed, my body aching for his touch, my mind replaying the heated moment in his car before he left.


"I miss you too," he said, his voice dropping to that husky tone that made my insides melt. "Just one more day, then I'm all yours."


All yours. The words made my heart race as I remembered the promise I'd made. When he returned, there would be no more waiting, no more hesitation. I would be completely his.


A Boyfriend's Wait and a Fateful Promise