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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Sleep eluded me all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd see Rhys's face at dinner—that flash of raw emotion when I mentioned having someone serious in my life. I hadn't missed the way his fork bent in his hand or how his jaw clenched tight. I'd hurt him, and some vindictive part of me had enjoyed it.


But now, in the quiet darkness of my childhood bedroom, guilt gnawed at me. I wasn't being entirely honest. Yes, there was someone in my life at Storm Crest, but "serious" was stretching the truth. We were close, but defining our relationship was complicated.


I rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. Why was I even here? Coming back to Silver Moon had been a mistake. I should be packing my bags, not lying awake thinking about the man who had broken me.


I jerked awake to find Debra's face inches from mine, her wild red curls tickling my cheeks. I hadn't even realized I'd fallen asleep.


Laughter, Loyalties, and a Scathing Truth