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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Orion's words hung in the air between us like a prophecy. *Tomorrow everything changes.* The weight of those words pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.


"What do you mean?" I asked, very aware of his thumb still tracing along my jawline.


Instead of answering, he stepped back, breaking the intimate moment. His eyes remained intense, but his expression softened into something more playful.


"Do you want to play?" he asked, nodding toward the basketball court.


The sudden change in topic threw me off balance. "Basketball? Now? It's after midnight, and you just delivered some cryptic warning about tomorrow."


Orion picked up the ball and spun it on his finger again. "Sometimes the best way to prepare for tomorrow's battles is to clear your mind tonight."


I sighed, glancing down at my outfit. "I'm wearing a dress and heels, Alpha."


"I have gym clothes that will fit you," he said. "Unless you're afraid I'll beat you too badly?"


A Promise of Mercy and a Rival's Return