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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 Rhys, my mind struggling to process his ultimatum. Take you with me. The words echoed in my head, stirring up emotions I'd tried so hard to bury. For a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to imagine it—leaving with him, starting over, building something new together.


But then a sharp, burning sensation flared on my wrist, snapping me back to reality. The rejection mark—the physical reminder of how he'd shattered my heart four years ago.


I pushed him away, my hands firm against his chest. "You can't just barge back into my life and make demands, Rhys. That's not how this works."


His eyes darkened. "Then how does it work, Elara? Tell me, because I've tried everything else."


Before I could answer, the front door swung open. Ethan's familiar voice called out, "Sis? You home?"


I jumped away from Rhys like I'd been burned, frantically smoothing my hair and clothes. Rhys, on the other hand, didn't move an inch, watching me with a mix of amusement and frustration.


Exposed Secrets and a Resurfacing Love