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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 bass pounded through the club, vibrating under my feet as I watched Seraphina sway dangerously toward yet another stranger. Her usually perfect hair was disheveled, her eyes unfocused as she giggled at something the man whispered in her ear. I sighed, pushing through the crowd to reach her.


"Ser," I called out, placing myself between her and the persistent guy who'd been hovering around her for the past fifteen minutes. "I think it's time we get some fresh air."


Seraphina pouted but allowed me to guide her away from the dance floor. Her body was warm against mine, her movements unsteady as we navigated through the packed club.


"Julian," she slurred, "have I told you how much I love your face? It's a really good face."


I couldn't help but smile despite my concern. "Yes, several times in the last hour alone."


Whispers and Fireworks Reckless Kisses and Mated Hearts