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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Orion's words hung in the air between us, his arms still wrapped around my waist. My mind raced, heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to escape.


"Be mine," he'd said. Three simple syllables that carried the weight of mountains.


I turned slowly in his embrace, my soapy hands dripping onto the floor as I looked up into those ice-blue eyes. There was vulnerability there I'd rarely seen—Orion Valerius, the feared Alpha of the Storm Crest Pack, was waiting for my answer with barely concealed nervousness.


"I..." My voice caught. How could I explain the war raging inside me? "I'm scared, Orion."


I shook my head quickly. "No. Never of you." I placed a trembling hand on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my palm. "I'm scared of myself. Of what happens when I let someone in."


The last time I'd given my heart to someone, Rhys had crushed it beneath his heel like it was nothing. The memory of that pain still haunted me.


Confessions, Complications, and a Cold Welcome Home