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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 struggled to focus my eyes, the drug making everything blur at the edges. My limbs felt like they were made of lead, refusing to obey any command my brain sent. The wizards around me tensed as the growl from the alley entrance grew louder, more threatening.


A figure stepped into what little light filtered into the alley, and despite my compromised state, I recognized him instantly.


His eyes glowed a dangerous red, scanning the scene before landing on me. Even through my drugged haze, I felt the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch.


"Who the hell are you?" the wizard leader demanded, his grip on my arm tightening painfully.


Gideon, still fighting against the effects of whatever they'd dosed us with, managed to raise his head. "Alpha Rhys Knight," he slurred, a warning in his voice.


The name sent a ripple through the group of wizards. Even in the witch world, Rhys's reputation preceded him.


"The Silver Moon Alpha," one wizard whispered, taking a step back.


The Alpha's Defiance Against an Unseen Cage