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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 music pounded around me as I weaved between dancing bodies, laughing at something Raina said about her grandmother's cat. Despite my initial hesitation about coming to the Moonlight Lounge, I was enjoying myself. The atmosphere was electric, and for once, I wasn't thinking about work responsibilities or pack politics.


"I should get going soon," I told Raina, checking my watch. "Early meeting tomorrow."


She pouted dramatically. "Come on, El. It's barely midnight! Live a little!"


I was about to respond when my phone vibrated in my clutch. Unknown number. I considered ignoring it but something told me to answer.


"Hello?" I had to press my finger against my other ear to hear anything.


"Elara Vance." The cold, clipped voice made my smile drop instantly. "This is Beta Blaise."


"Beta Blaise," I replied, keeping my voice neutral despite my immediate annoyance. "What can I do for you at this hour?"


"Alpha Orion requires your presence. Immediately."


A Late Night Summons to an Alpha's Court