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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 rain pelted against my skin, a cold contrast to the hot tears streaming down my face. Each step sent jolts of pain from my twisted ankle up my leg, but I kept moving, desperate to put distance between myself and the nightclub—between myself and Rhys.


Four years. Four whole years I'd spent building myself up from the broken shell he'd left me in, and with just a few words, he'd made me feel like that rejected, worthless omega all over again.


*"Dirty women like her... Nothing pretty... Whores..."*


His cruel words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper with each replay. I stumbled, my ankle giving out beneath me. My hand shot out to catch myself against the wet brick wall of a building, but my palm slipped on the slick surface. I barely managed to stay upright.


"Get it together, Elara," I whispered to myself, my voice breaking. "Don't let him destroy you again."


A Rescuer in the Night, An Alpha's Gentle Care