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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

From the VIP section of the club, I watched her. Elara Vance—the one who had once been my everything, now swaying her hips seductively for another man. The base thumped through my chest, matching the angry rhythm of my heart.


"You're staring again," Julian remarked, sipping his whiskey with infuriating casualness.


I tore my gaze away. "I'm not staring."


"Right," Julian chuckled. "And I'm not your Beta. Seriously, Rhys, what's going on with you? One minute you're saying you hate her guts, the next you're ready to tear apart any man who touches her."


I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching the light catch it. "She left me to die, Julian. She betrayed me. I'm entitled to a little bitterness."


"A little?" Julian raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting back to the dance floor where Elara was now laughing with her friends. "It's been four years, and you're still obsessing over your little culprit."


Echoes of Betrayal, Whispers of Defiance