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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

My blood turned to ice in my veins. Rhys Knight—the man who had broken me, the man I'd fled from four years ago—was sitting on my couch like he belonged there. His dark eyes raked over me, taking in Orion's oversized clothes hanging from my frame, and his jaw tightened visibly.


"I asked you a question," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "Did you have a great night?"


I stood frozen in my own doorway, unable to form words. How was he here? How had he found me? My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was certain he could hear it across the room.


"I... what are you doing in my house?" I finally managed, hating how my voice trembled.


Rhys stood slowly, his movements fluid and predatory. He'd always been intimidating, but four years had only enhanced that quality. Broader shoulders, harder muscles, a coldness in his eyes that hadn't been there before.


Cornered by Her Alpha