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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 jerked my hand back like I'd been burned, my heart hammering in my chest.


"I thought you were asleep," I whispered, my voice betraying my nervousness.


Rhys's eyes were fully alert now, dark and intense in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. "I was," he admitted, his voice still husky. "Until I felt your touch."


Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I was just changing your bandage."


A small smile played on his lips as he slowly sat up, wincing slightly. "You didn't come to see me last night."


His statement caught me off guard. "What?"


"I waited for you," he said simply, his eyes never leaving mine. "After everyone went to bed. I thought you might come."


My pulse quickened. "Why would I do that?"


"Because there's still something between us, Elara." Rhys reached out, his fingers brushing my wrist so lightly I almost thought I imagined it. "Something neither of us can deny, no matter how hard we try."


Love's Unspoken Question, Fear's Sudden Arrival