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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

His body pressed against mine, trapping me beneath his weight, and I couldn't breathe. Not because he was heavy, but because his scent—that familiar, intoxicating scent—surrounded me completely. It was like drowning in memories.


"Why?" Rhys's voice was ragged, his face inches from mine. "Why didn't you come back to me when you knew I was looking for you?"


I turned my face away, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Get off me, Rhys."


"Look at me," he demanded, catching my chin between his fingers and forcing me to face him. "All those years, Elara. I searched for you everywhere."


"You made your choice back then," I whispered, fighting the traitorous flutter in my chest. "You chose to believe the worst of me."


His jaw tightened. "And you chose Orion Valerius."


"Don't lie," he growled, eyes flashing dangerously. "I can smell him all over this room, all over your life. But did you know your precious Alpha has been fucking half the eligible females in his territory?"


Green Eyes, Burning Touch