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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I stared at my suitcase, nearly packed and waiting on my bed. The decision had been quick, but after the revelations of the past few days, I couldn't stay here any longer. Not with Rhys in the territory. Not with Orion's betrayal still fresh. Not with the weight of promises I didn't understand pressing down on me.


A soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.


"Come in," I said, zipping up the last pocket of my luggage.


Mom stepped inside, her eyes widening at the sight of my packed bag. "Elara, what are you doing?"


"I'm leaving tonight." I kept my voice steady, though my heart was racing.


"Tonight?" Her voice cracked with worry. "But where will you go? Why so suddenly?"


Before I could answer, Alistair appeared in the doorway behind her, his face etched with concern. My stepfather had always been kind to me, even when I first arrived as the awkward teenager who hardly spoke.


"I heard voices. Everything okay?" he asked, then noticed my suitcase. "You're leaving?"


Elara's Farewell A New Path with Orion