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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 barely had time to wave goodbye to my friends as Orion guided me firmly toward his car. His hand on my lower back felt like a brand, both comforting and possessive. The meeting with Rhys had left me rattled, though I'd tried not to show it. His engagement announcement to Faye still rang in my ears like an off-key note.


"You okay?" Orion asked as he opened the passenger door for me.


"Fine," I lied, sliding into the leather seat.


The car smelled like him—sandalwood and something wild that reminded me of mountain air. Usually, it comforted me. Today, it felt suffocating.


As soon as Orion pulled away from the curb, the atmosphere in the car changed. I could feel Beta Blaise's eyes boring into me from the backseat. He'd been silent during the drive over, but now he cleared his throat.


"Did you know?" His voice cut through the silence like a knife.


Jealous Whispers and a Tender Vow