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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)


My body was still trembling with aftershocks when I felt Rhys's weight shift above me. His eyes were dark with hunger, tracking every twitch of my muscles, every heaving breath I took. I'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—and yet I craved more.


"That was just the beginning," he growled, his voice rough with promise as his hands slid up my sides. "I've waited four years to have you like this."


I reached up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, my fingers trembling slightly. "Then don't make us wait any longer."


Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "Are you sure? Because once I start, Elara, I won't be able to stop."


The challenge in his voice made my stomach flip. I knew I should hesitate—should think about what this meant for us beyond tonight—but my body was already answering for me, arching toward his touch.


The Unveiling of Innocence