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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 held my breath as Orion carried me up the steps to my apartment. His strong arms cradled me against his chest, making me feel both vulnerable and protected at the same time. The rain had soaked through both of us, but he didn't seem to mind as he waited for me to fumble with my keys.


"Sorry about the mess," I murmured as he pushed open the door. My apartment wasn't exactly ready for visitors, especially not the Head Alpha himself. Sketches were scattered across every surface, fabric swatches draped over chair backs, and half-finished designs pinned to mannequins.


Orion's eyes swept across the chaos, a hint of amusement playing at his lips. "Creative minds rarely keep tidy spaces."


He navigated through the obstacle course of my living room and headed straight for my bedroom, as if he knew exactly where it was. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as he gently placed me on my unmade bed, his expensive suit now completely drenched from carrying me.


Healing Hands and a Jealous Whisper