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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stared at the smoldering remains of Rowan's shirt, panic rising in my chest. What had just happened? One moment I was fuming with rage, and the next, actual flames had erupted from nowhere.


"Oh my God," I whispered, grabbing a nearby pillow and smothering the small fire before it could spread. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I patted down the last embers.


The acrid smell of burnt fabric filled the room. Evidence of what I'd somehow done—what I couldn't possibly have done. Wolves didn't create fire. We didn't have magic.


I needed to get out of there before Rowan returned. Before anyone saw me and connected me to this inexplicable incident.


Stumbling to my feet, I made my way to the door on shaky legs. My mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts—Rhys's cruel rejection, Rowan's despicable betrayal, and now this... this power I didn't understand.


A Desperate Escape and an Ominous News Flash