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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stretched between us, fire dancing across Orion's palm as those blood-red eyes bore into mine. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hand with his unburned one.


"What are you doing?" I gasped, trying to pull away.


"Trust me." His grip was firm but gentle. "For once, Elara, stop fighting what you are."


Before I could protest further, he lifted a small silver flask from his desk and unscrewed the cap. My heart hammered against my ribs as recognition dawned.


"Silver water," I whispered, my body going cold with fear.


Every werewolf knew what silver water did to our kind—burning, blistering agony that could leave permanent scars. I'd seen the effects once when a young wolf in Silver Moon Pack had foolishly taken a dare. The screams still haunted me.


"Don't—" I pleaded, but Orion was already pouring the liquid over my outstretched palm.


I braced for searing pain... but nothing happened. The water pooled in my palm, cool and harmless as rain.


Silver Revelations and a Promised Return