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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

My heart hammered against my ribs as Rhys stalked toward me, his eyes glowing with predatory intent. I backed up until my legs hit the edge of my bed.


"Rhys, let me go right now!" I demanded, trying to mask my fear with outrage.


He didn't respond. In one swift movement, he scooped me up and threw me onto the bed. The mattress bounced beneath me as I scrambled backward, desperate to put distance between us. My dress rode up my thighs as I moved, and I tugged it down frantically.


"Stay away from me," I warned, but my voice betrayed me with a slight tremble.


Rhys's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Running away, Elara? I thought you were braver than that."


As I tried to crawl toward the other side of the bed, his hand shot out and wrapped around my ankle. With one forceful pull, he dragged me back to him. I clawed at the bedsheets, but they offered no resistance.


"Stop!" I shouted, kicking out with my free leg. He dodged it easily.


The Alpha's Fiery Retribution