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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I walked away from Elara, my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. Every word she had spoken felt like a knife twisting in my gut. The thought of her with another man—this mysterious "D"—made my blood boil in a way I hadn't experienced in years.


"He is everything you could never be, and I am completely loyal to him. He is the only one for me now."


Her words echoed in my head, taunting me, driving me to the edge of my control. The beast inside me clawed at my chest, demanding I go after her, demand answers, claim what was once mine.


But she wasn't mine anymore. She had made that painfully clear.


I stalked through the mansion, barely acknowledging the pack members who scrambled out of my way, sensing the fury radiating from me. My wolf was agitated, pushing against my skin, demanding release. I needed space, needed to breathe.


The Scars That Fuel the Fire