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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 blank text message screen for the tenth time that morning, missing Rhys more than I wanted to admit. It had only been two days since he'd left for his out-of-pack meeting, but it felt like weeks. Our video calls at night were the highlight of my day, his voice wrapping around me like a caress even through the phone.


"Earth to Elara," Seraphina waved her hand in front of my face. "You've been staring at your phone for five minutes straight. It's getting weird."


We sat at our usual table in the campus cafeteria, the lunch rush swirling around us. I reluctantly put my phone down.


"Pining?" she supplied with a knowing smirk. "It's actually kind of cute seeing you this lovesick. Never thought I'd witness the day Elara Vance would be counting minutes until bad boy Rhys Knight returns."


I felt heat rush to my cheeks. "I'm not lovesick."


The Final Lure: A Broken Phone, A Feigned Fix