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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 pulled back from Orion's embrace, my heart still racing from my confession. His eyes held mine, intense and searching.


"Florence," he whispered, one hand coming up to cup my cheek. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers down my spine.


Slowly, he leaned forward, his intention clear. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips ghosted over mine, barely touching at first—a question, asking permission.


I answered by pressing forward, eliminating the space between us. His lips were warm and firm against mine, moving with a gentleness that surprised me. For a man known for his power and dominance, Orion kissed with exquisite care, as if I were something precious.


My hands found their way to his shoulders, then slid up to the nape of his neck. The console between us dug uncomfortably into my ribs, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feel of him, the scent of him surrounding me, the gentle stroke of his thumb against my cheek.


An Unexpected Interruption, A Complicated Past