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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 hallway to VIP Room One seemed endless. Each step I took felt heavier than the last, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Dale's words echoed in my mind—Rhys had specifically asked for me. After four years, why would he want me there? To torture me? To remind me of how thoroughly he'd broken me?


Fury surged through me, momentarily overpowering my anxiety. How dare he? How dare that nightclub manager threaten my job? My fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.


"Miss, are you alright?" A security guard stationed at the entrance to the VIP section eyed me with concern.


I realized I was standing frozen, trembling with rage. With effort, I smoothed my expression.


"Fine. I'm serving the presidential suite tonight."


The guard's eyebrows shot up. "Alpha Knight's room? Good luck with that. He's been in a mood all evening."


Great. Just what I needed—Rhys in one of his legendary dark moods.


An Unwanted Reunion