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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Stay behind me," Gideon ordered, his voice tense as he positioned himself between me and the approaching wizards.


I could feel the lingering effects of whatever drug they'd given me, my limbs heavy and my magic faint within my veins. But seeing my brother—injured and already weakened—standing as my shield sparked something deep inside me.


"No," I said, trying to move alongside him. "I won't let you face them alone."


The leader of this new group of wizards smiled coldly. "The hybrid princess and her protector. How touching." His fingers began tracing intricate patterns in the air, leaving trails of sickly green light. "Your brother can't save you now, Elara Vance. Your very existence threatens the prophecy."


Gideon's arms trembled slightly as he maintained his defensive stance. "You'll have to kill me first."


"That can be arranged," the wizard replied casually.


The Unforeseen Guardian's Wound