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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Julian Mercer had been Alpha Rhys Knight's Beta for four years, witnessing his friend's transformation from broken mate to ruthless Alpha. Yet nothing had prepared him for the murderous rage emanating from Rhys now.


I gripped the dashboard as Rhys ended his call, his hand bleeding where he'd crushed his phone, glass shards embedded in his palm.


Before I could finish, Rhys hurled the mangled device against the windshield, leaving a spiderweb crack in the glass.


"She's been lying to me all along," he snarled, jamming the key into the ignition.


The car roared to life, tires screeching against pavement as Rhys floored the accelerator. We shot forward at a terrifying speed, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. Horns blared around us as he narrowly missed a delivery truck, then cut across three lanes without signaling.


"Rhys!" I shouted as we nearly clipped a sedan. "Slow down!"


Echoes of Betrayal on the Bridge