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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 tension in Orion's office was thick enough to cut with a knife. Julian Mercer positioned himself strategically between the two Alphas, his body language casual but his stance ready to intervene if necessary.


"Alpha Knight," Julian said firmly, "I believe this meeting has reached its natural conclusion."


Rhys's eyes remained locked on Orion, his jaw clenched so tightly I could almost hear his teeth grinding from where I stood in the hallway, pretending to organize files.


"You think you know her?" Rhys growled, ignoring Julian completely. "You have no idea who she really is."


Orion leaned back in his chair, the picture of relaxed confidence despite the dangerous energy crackling between them. "I know exactly who she is," he replied smoothly. "I know what she likes, what she fears, what she dreams about." His lips curved into a provocative smile. "I know things about her that you never will."


Sparks in the Shadows