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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

I stood frozen in place, Rhys's eyes boring into me with a hatred so intense it made my stomach churn. The air between us was thick with tension, almost suffocating.


"You really think you deserve anything from me?" Rhys's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "After what you did?"


I flinched despite my best efforts not to show weakness. "I didn't do anything," I whispered, the words feeling futile even as they left my lips.


Rhys laughed—a cold, bitter sound that contained no trace of humor. "Still lying to my face. You really are something else, Elara."


He stepped closer, towering over me. I could smell his cologne mixed with cigarettes and anger. My wolf cowered inside me, but I forced myself to stand tall.


"What kind of woman sleeps with another man while claiming to love her mate?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "And then has the audacity to act innocent?"


"I never slept with Rowan," I said, my voice stronger now. "Never. You chose to believe his lies over me."


A Cruel Conviction