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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 movie theater room felt incredibly warm as I sat next to Rhys, hyper-aware of every movement of his body against mine. On the screen, the witch and warrior continued their passionate affair, their moans filling the surround sound system. I tried desperately to focus on anything else, but my attention kept snapping back to Rhys's hand resting possessively on my leg.


"You okay?" Debra whispered from my other side, a knowing smirk on her face. "You look a little... flushed."


I shot her a warning glance. "I'm fine."


"You should lean on him," she suggested, nodding toward Rhys. "That's what movie nights are for."


I rolled my eyes but couldn't help noticing how Seraphina was staring across the room at Julian Mercer. Her gaze hadn't moved from him for the past twenty minutes, and I wondered if she realized how obvious she was being. Julian, for his part, seemed completely oblivious as he mindlessly shoved popcorn into his mouth.


A Rejected Advance, An Alpha's Hurt Pride