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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 mountains blurring past my window, barely registering their majestic contours as our car sped along the winding road. Three days away from Elara felt like an eternity. Pack business had never seemed so tedious, so pointless as it did now, when all I wanted was to be back with her.


"Rhys, are you listening?" My father's sharp voice cut through my thoughts.


I straightened in my seat, meeting his stern gaze in the rearview mirror. "Yes, sir."


"Then repeat what I just said about the Crestfall Pack's proposal."


Shit. I hadn't heard a word. Ethan, sitting beside me, subtly nudged my ribs.


"They want access to our southern hunting grounds in exchange for alliance support," he whispered.


"They want access to our southern grounds," I repeated smoothly. "In exchange for alliance support against any northern threats."


My father's eyes narrowed slightly before returning to the road. "And what's your assessment?"


An Alpha's Descent into a Poisoned Reality