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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"Driver, please take me home," I mumbled, sliding into the back seat of the cab, my voice breaking as tears threatened to spill over. 


My encounter with Rhys had left me shattered all over again. The hatred in his eyes, the venom in his voice—it was all too much. Four years later, and he still believed I had betrayed him.


I closed my eyes, leaning back against the seat. The driver cleared his throat, interrupting my spiraling thoughts.


I blinked, realizing I hadn't actually told him where to go. In my distress, the first address that came to mind tumbled from my lips. Not my apartment, but somewhere else—somewhere I felt safe.


The moment the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake. That was Orion's private villa—not somewhere I should be heading without invitation. But I was too emotionally drained to correct myself as the cab pulled away from the curb.


Emerald Eyes and a Shared Closet