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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Faye's gaze swept around the room, settling momentarily on each face before landing on Orion. The vulnerability in her eyes was quickly replaced by determination as she squared her shoulders.


"I fell in love with Orion," she began, her voice soft but steady. "Not with his position or his power, but with him. He was kind to me when I needed kindness most."


I shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an intruder in someone else's painful history. The room had grown unnaturally quiet, everyone hanging on her every word.


"At first, it was perfect," Faye continued, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "He would bring me flowers, write me notes... make me feel like I was the only woman in the world."


Orion's face remained impassive, but I felt his muscles tense beside me. A knot formed in my stomach as I waited for the inevitable turn in her story.


Unveiled Histories, A Defiant Voice