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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

The morning light filtered through my office window as I stared at the sketches spread across my desk. My eyes burned from staring at them for hours, but I was determined to perfect every detail before the upcoming fashion show. This collection would cement my reputation as Storm Crest Pack's premier designer.


"You're going to strain your eyes if you keep staring that intensely," a deep voice remarked from my doorway.


I looked up to see Orion leaning against the frame, his powerful frame relaxed but still emanating authority. A small smile tugged at my lips.


He crossed the room in a few graceful strides. "That's because you've been lost in your little design world for hours. When was the last time you ate?"


I glanced at the clock and winced. "Breakfast... I think?"


Orion shook his head, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing a protein bar on my desk. "Eat. You're no good to the pack if you collapse."


Declarations of Happiness and a Dangerous Descent