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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Burn down the entire world?" I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.


Rhys's eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned forward, his fingers still tracing delicate patterns on the back of my hand. Each touch sent tingles up my arm.


"Yes," he said firmly. "That's what it felt like when I first saw you—like my entire world had shifted."


The string lights above us cast a golden glow across his sharp features, softening them. I'd never seen him look so vulnerable, so open.


"Even though you rejected me?" I couldn't help asking.


He winced slightly. "I was a fool. The biggest fool." His thumb pressed gently against my pulse point. "I've wasted so much time fighting what I knew was true from the beginning."


The night air felt charged around us. Beyond the rooftop, the moon cast silver light over the trees, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of roses and coffee between us.


"And what was true?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.


A Promise of Forever and a Gentle Kiss