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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Where was I going? The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. I'd been running from this man for four years, and now here I was, trapped in a room with him, my hand frozen on the doorknob.


"I asked you a question, Elara." Rhys's voice hardened, that familiar commanding tone that used to make me tremble.


I slowly turned back to face him, squaring my shoulders. "I'm not yours to command anymore, Rhys. I owe you nothing—not my time, not my presence, and certainly not my explanations."


His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking along its sharp edge. "You're in my territory now."


"I'm in Alpha Valerius's territory," I corrected, finding strength in the truth. "And I'm here because your threats put my job at risk."


Something flashed in his eyes—anger, possessiveness, I couldn't tell. He moved toward the center of the room, creating distance between us, but somehow his presence seemed to fill the space even more.


Confrontation and Humiliation