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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stared at the empty space where Rhys had been standing seconds ago, my heart still racing from our brief eye contact. The phone in my hand suddenly buzzed again, startling me.


"You still there?" Orion's deep voice filled my ear.


I slipped into the women's washroom for privacy. "Sorry, yes. Just had a... moment."


"What kind of moment?" His tone sharpened with concern.


"The Rhys kind," I admitted, leaning against the marble countertop. "Nothing happened. Just saw each other."


Orion's sigh was audible. "I don't like this, Elara. You being there alone."


"I'm not alone. I have friends here." I caught my reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks, bright eyes. Not the terrified omega who'd run away four years ago. "Besides, this was supposed to be a quick visit to see my mom."


"Who conveniently planned it around your birthday." The amusement in his voice made me smile.


"You noticed that too?" I rolled my eyes. "Mom's not exactly subtle with her matchmaking attempts."


Whispers of Affection, Words of Venom