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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 stared at Rhys, his words stinging like acid on raw skin. Four years of building myself up threatened to crumble under the weight of his accusations. But I wasn't that girl anymore—the one who shrunk away from confrontation, who believed she deserved his cruelty.


"Easy?" I stepped toward him, my voice stronger than I felt. "You think any part of this has been easy? You shattered me, Rhys. You rejected me in the cruelest way possible and then had the audacity to be jealous when I tried to pick up the pieces."


His jaw tightened. "You ran straight to him."


"I ran away from you," I corrected, jabbing a finger at his chest. "And guess what? Orion was there when I had nothing. When I was broken. When I thought I would die from the pain of our severed bond."


"And now he owns you," Rhys spat, his eyes flashing dangerously.


I laughed, the sound sharp and bitter. "Yes, he does. He owns every part of me that you threw away. And I'm going back to Storm Crest with him, where I belong."


A Queen's Arrival