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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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'm not going anywhere," Rhys said firmly, his dark eyes locked on mine. He crossed his arms over his chest, the bandages peeking out from beneath his shirt. "Not without you."


I felt anger surge through me. "You can't just barge into my life after four years and start making demands!"


"I'm not barging in," he replied, his voice softening slightly. "I'm protecting what's mine."


"I'm not yours," I snapped, but even as the words left my mouth, something deep inside me ached at the denial.


Rhys stepped closer, and I fought the urge to back away. "Elara, I can't leave you here with him. He tried to kill me."


"I know you can." His expression was serious now, all traces of his usual arrogance gone. "But I won't leave you with someone who's capable of murder."


I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "What do you propose then? That I just pack up and leave with you? Go back to Silver Moon like nothing ever happened?"


One Night to Choose