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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 checked my watch for the fifth time in an hour. The deadline for the winter collection was closing in, and I still had three designs to finalize. My fingers ached from sketching all day, but there was no time to rest.


"You look like you're about to collapse," Seraphina said, leaning against my doorframe. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder, styled perfectly as always despite the late hour.


"Just tired," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "This collection has to be perfect."


"Everything you design is perfect," Sera insisted, walking in and perching on the edge of my desk. "But even fashion geniuses need to sleep sometimes."


I sighed, putting my pencil down. "I know. I'll wrap up in an hour, promise."


Sera's eyes twinkled mischievously. "So... is your tall, dark, and powerful boyfriend coming to the reunion next month?"


"He's not my—" I stopped myself. I wasn't sure what Orion was to me exactly. Partner? Alpha? More? "I haven't asked him yet."


A Rival's Silent Fury