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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Sunlight streamed through the partially open curtains, warming my face and pulling me from sleep. I squeezed my eyes shut against the intrusion, a growl rumbling in my chest. My head throbbed, a familiar pain that never truly left me.


"Alpha Knight? Are you awake, sir?" A hesitant voice called from outside my door, followed by feminine giggles.


"It's your turn to wake him," one maid whispered to another, loud enough for my enhanced hearing to catch every word.


"No way! Remember what happened to Tessa when she disturbed him last month?"


More giggling. More whispering. My patience snapped.


"Get the fuck away from my door unless the building's on fire!" I roared, making the oak door rattle in its frame.


Startled gasps and the sound of hurried footsteps retreating followed my outburst. I rubbed my temples, trying to dull the ache that had become my constant companion.


An Alpha's Agony, A Journey into Enemy Territory