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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 moment I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor of Storm Crest Industries, I could smell him. Alpha Rhys Knight. His scent was distinctive—dark cedar, leather, and something sharply metallic, like the air before a lightning strike. It made my wolf bristle instantly.


My sister Faye's fiancé. The man who would take her away from our pack.


I straightened my shoulders and adjusted my tie, reminding myself that I was Beta Blaise Valerius, second-in-command of the Storm Crest Pack. I had nothing to fear from this man, regardless of his reputation.


"Beta Valerius," our receptionist called out nervously as I passed her desk. "Alpha Knight is waiting in the conference room. Alpha Orion asked that you escort him to his office."


Orion had saddled me with this task deliberately. My brother knew exactly how I felt about Rhys Knight and his engagement to our sister. This was his way of forcing me to play nice with the enemy.


The Villain's Allure and a Distracting Gaze