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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 alarm's jarring beep pulled me from an already restless sleep. I slapped it silent and stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying yesterday's bombshell: Rhys Knight was coming to Storm Crest territory.


Four years. Four years since I'd seen those dark eyes, heard that voice, felt the crushing pain of his rejection. Four years of building a new life far from his shadow.


And now he was coming here—to my sanctuary.


"Get it together, Elara," I muttered, forcing myself out of bed. I couldn't let thoughts of Rhys derail my day. I had work at Valerius Corp, then Raina's waitressing shift to cover tonight.


I showered quickly, the hot water failing to wash away my anxiety. As I stood before my closet, I deliberately chose one of my favorite outfits—a tailored emerald blouse that matched my eyes and slim black pants that hugged my curves. If fate was determined to throw Rhys Knight back into my orbit, I refused to shrink myself.


I'd done enough hiding for one lifetime.


A Queen's Defense, A Waitress's Disguise