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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 pain in my arm was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Each heartbeat sent waves of burning agony from the stab wound through my entire body. I leaned against the brick wall of the alley, trying to compose myself before continuing.


"Damn it," I muttered, examining the wound. The blade had sliced deep, and the blood seeping from it had an unusual dark quality—almost blackish-purple around the edges. My wolf whined in distress, sensing something was very wrong.


My phone vibrated in my pocket. I answered it with my good hand, wincing as another wave of pain hit me.


"Rhys? Where the hell are you?" Julian's voice came through the speaker.


"I'm fine," I lied, gritting my teeth. "Just dealing with something."


"You don't sound fine. Is the hybrid girl okay?"


I closed my eyes, leaning more heavily against the wall. "Elara's safe. She's with her brother."


"Then get back here. Seraphina's completely wasted, and I don't know how much longer I can—"


Poisoned Blade, Protective Instincts