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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"So you're telling me Alpha Orion spent the entire college semester singing in a rock band?" I asked incredulously, nearly choking on my coffee.


Clara nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with gossip. "Not just any band. They were called 'Lunar Howl,' and apparently, they actually played real gigs at bars around campus."


The four of us—Clara, Sylvia, Chloe, and I—sat huddled in our design studio's lounge area, taking a much-needed break after finalizing the winter collection display arrangements. What had started as a discussion about marketing strategies had quickly devolved into pack gossip, with Alpha Orion as the primary subject.


Sylvia leaned forward conspiratorially. "My cousin dated his drummer briefly. She said Orion was quite the bad boy back then—motorcycle, leather jacket, the whole rebellious Alpha heir package."


"Hard to imagine him like that now," Chloe mused, twirling a pencil between her fingers. "He's so... intense and focused."


A Staunch Defense and a Nightclub Favor