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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 sat beside Orion, my heart filled with a confusing mix of emotions as his words hung between us. His apology for my past suffering touched me in ways I hadn't expected, making my cheeks warm and my pulse quicken.


"You don't need to apologize for things that weren't your fault," I said, meeting his intense gaze.


Orion leaned slightly closer, his scent—pine and mountain air—enveloping me. "I may not have caused your pain, but I am sorry you experienced it. No one should suffer as you have, Elara."


The way he said my name made my breath catch. Four years in his pack, working closely with him, and still he could affect me this way with just a few words. I fidgeted with the hem of my dress, suddenly aware of how close we were sitting.


"Can I ask you something?" I ventured, the question I'd been holding back finally finding its way to my lips.


"Anything," he replied, his expression open.


A Deceptive Summons, A Shadowed Past