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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Tension crackled in the air as Rhys moved closer, placing his arm possessively around Faye's waist. I tried not to stare, but the intimacy of the gesture twisted something painful inside me.


"Just girl talk," Faye answered smoothly, leaning into his touch. Her recovery was impressive—just seconds ago she'd been pale with fear, and now she was the picture of composure.


Rhys's dark eyes found mine. "Is that right, Elara?"


The way he said my name—like it was both precious and poisonous on his tongue—made my skin prickle. I managed a tight smile.


An awkward silence stretched between us. I shifted my weight, desperately wanting to escape their coupled presence. The garden suddenly felt too small, the roses too sweet, the night air too heavy.


"We should head back inside," I said, starting to turn.


"Not so fast." Faye's voice stopped me. "We weren't quite finished, were we?"


A Rival's Taunts, An Alpha's Jealousy, and A Call for Solace