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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Rhys loomed over me, his face twisted with a hatred so pure it made my blood run cold. I remained on my knees, trembling, my tears creating dark spots on the wooden floor beneath me.


"You filthy bitch," he spat, each word dripping with venom. "You disgusting whore."


I flinched as if he'd physically struck me. His words cut deeper than any knife could reach.


"Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "Rhys, please listen to me. It's not what you think. This is all a misunderstanding—"


"A misunderstanding?" He laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. "What's to misunderstand? The pictures were clear. You in his bed, wearing his clothes, his marks all over you."


"I was drugged," I pleaded, desperately trying to reach the man I loved behind this mask of fury. "Rowan put something in my coffee. I would never betray you. Never."


Rhys kicked the small table beside him, sending it crashing into the wall. The wood splintered, the sound making me jump.


The Cruelest Words, A Witch's Power Ignites