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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 car ride home from the club was tense and quiet. After my explosive encounter with Rhys, I wasn't in the mood for conversation. Seraphina and Alice exchanged concerned glances in the front seat, but mercifully gave me space.


"You okay back there?" Sera finally asked as we pulled up to my mother's house.


I forced a weak smile. "Just tired. And annoyed."


"Want to talk about what happened with Rhys?" Alice offered gently.


I shook my head. "Nothing to talk about. He hates me. I hate him. The end."


Neither of them looked convinced, but they didn't push it.


"Call us if you need anything," Sera said as I climbed out. "Anything at all."


I nodded, waving as they drove away. The porch light was still on - Mom always left it burning when I was out late, a habit from when I was a teenager. Some things never changed, even after four years away.


An Uneasy Return and a Brother's Scrutiny