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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Your Rival's Luna," I repeated, watching Rhys's face contort with rage and disbelief. The shock in his eyes gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.


"You're lying," he spat, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise. "You can't be Valerius's Luna."


I tilted my head, studying him with cold detachment. "Why would I lie? After all, you made it perfectly clear I wasn't good enough to be yours."


His face paled further, a muscle jumping in his jaw. "So what, you just ran straight to him after our fight? Became his little whore?"


I laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "Is that what bothers you, Rhys? That I might have been with another man? Well, congratulations—you were right about me all along."


"I am a whore," I said with deliberate cruelty, watching him flinch at the word. "I've been Orion's from the start. All those late nights I was 'working'? All those times my phone rang with calls from 'D'? Guess who that was."


Her New Allegiance, His Shattered Hope