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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 whirled around, my heart jumping into my throat. Rhys stood mere inches away, his broad shoulders blocking the corridor's light. The sudden closeness made me take an instinctive step back.


"What are you doing here?" I managed to ask, hating how my voice betrayed a slight tremor.


His eyes raked over me, dark and stormy. "Last I checked, this is my house."


The tension between us crackled like electricity before a storm. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see a muscle ticking in his cheek.


"Who were you talking to?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.


"Were you eavesdropping on me?" I shot back, finding my footing. I wasn't the same frightened omega he once knew.


Rhys took another step closer, forcing me to retreat until my back hit the wall. "Answer the question, Elara. Who is D in your call list?"


I lifted my chin, refusing to be intimidated. "That's none of your business."


A Fiery Stand Against a Furious Alpha