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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

The barrier between us pulsed, straining under Rhys's relentless assault. Each impact sent ripples through the magical shield, like stones thrown into still water. Pain etched across his face with every blow, but he didn't stop.


"It's pointless," the wizard leader sneered, though I noticed a flicker of concern in his eyes. "That barrier is fortified with centuries-old magic. No wolf can break—"


Rhys slammed against it again, cutting off the wizard's boast as the barrier visibly warped. Blood streamed from his knuckles, painting the invisible wall with crimson streaks that hung suspended in the air.


"Elara," Rhys called, his voice strained but determined. "Hold on. I'm coming."


I tried to move, to help somehow, but my limbs remained uncooperative. Whatever drug they'd given me kept my magic dormant and my wolf silent. I hadn't heard her voice since I'd left Silver Moon Pack years ago, but now I desperately wished for her strength.


Shattered Spells, Unleashed Power