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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 full moon hung lazily in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow across the sprawling grounds of my estate. I stood on the balcony of my private quarters, nursing a glass of whiskey as I contemplated the silver orb above. The moon had always been a source of power for our kind, but tonight, it felt like a mocking reminder of what I'd lost.


I didn't turn at the sound of Nero's voice. My assistant knew better than to disturb me during these moments of solitude, which meant whatever he needed to discuss couldn't wait.


"What is it?" I asked, my voice cutting through the silence.


Nero cleared his throat. "Gamma Ethan Croft is requesting permission to visit Celestial Peak next week. He says it's regarding the expansion of the trade agreement."


I took another sip of my whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn down my throat. "Tell him he's welcome. Have the guest house prepared."


The Alpha's Unyielding Fixation