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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this uncomfortable at a family dinner. My mother had outdone herself with the spread—roasted lamb, garlic potatoes, fresh vegetables, and an assortment of side dishes that would normally make my mouth water. But tonight, food was the last thing on my mind.


Across from me sat Elara Vance, the woman who had once been my everything and now represented everything I'd lost. Four years of carefully constructed walls threatened to crumble each time our eyes met.


"Rhys, darling, you've barely touched your food," my mother observed, her concerned gaze flicking between Elara and me.


I forced myself to spear a piece of lamb. "Just not hungry."


Faye, seated beside me, placed her hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed gently. Her diamond engagement ring caught the light, a not-so-subtle reminder of the commitment I'd made—a commitment that felt increasingly complicated since Elara's return.


Dinner Table Confessions A New Love Revealed