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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I woke to sunlight streaming through my curtains, a smile already forming on my lips. Memories from last night flooded my mind—Rhys's rooftop setup, his confession, the way he'd looked at me like I was the most precious thing in his world. 


Stretching lazily, I glanced at my phone and jolted upright. I was late! Really late.


"Oh no, no, no," I mumbled, scrambling out of bed.


A soft knock at my door interrupted my panic.


"Miss Vance?" A maid's voice called. "Are you awake?"


"Yes, I'm up!" I called, frantically pulling a brush through my tangled hair.


The door opened slightly, and a young maid peeked in. "Master Rhys has been waiting for you downstairs. For quite some time, actually."


"He's been waiting?" I asked, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. "Why didn't anyone wake me?"


"He specifically asked that we let you sleep," she said with a small smile. "He said you needed the rest after your... late night."


A Public Display and a Queen's Declaration