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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 busied myself in the kitchen, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I prepared coffee. Inviting Orion into my home like this felt monumental—like I was finally merging the separate lives I'd maintained for so long.


"Three sugars in mine, sis!" Gideon called from the living room, making himself comfortable as if he owned the place.


Through the kitchen doorway, I could see Orion standing by the mantelpiece, his powerful frame perfectly still as he studied the collection of framed photos. He didn't look like a guest; he looked like he was cataloging information. The afternoon sunlight caught his profile, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. Despite everything, I couldn't help admiring how handsome he was—how the casual confidence in his stance made my heart flutter.


I arranged coffee mugs on a tray, along with cream and sugar, my hands trembling slightly. When I returned to the living room, Orion was holding a photo frame, examining it intently.


An Alpha's Interrogation and a Mother's Dread