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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 door hadn't even fully closed before it crashed open again. Rhys stormed back in, his eyes blazing with renewed fury.


"Filthy girl," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You should have been honest from the start."


I remained on my knees where he'd left me, my entire body shaking as the pain of his partial rejection tore through me like jagged glass. Each breath felt like fire in my lungs.


"Rhys, please," I begged, my voice breaking. "It's all a misunderstanding. I swear to you."


He paced the room like a caged animal, running his hands through his hair. His eyes flashed between their normal dark brown and the crimson rage of his wolf.


"A misunderstanding?" He laughed, the sound hollow and mirthless. "The only thing I misunderstood was you. I thought you were different."


"I am," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I'm exactly who you thought I was. I don't know how these marks got here. I don't remember anything."


A Plea for Belief, An Alpha's Cruel Decree