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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Warmth surrounded me when I first opened my eyes. Orion's strong arms were wrapped around my waist, his breath tickling the back of my neck. For one blissful moment, everything felt perfect. Last night had been passionate, urgent, and all-consuming—like a fantasy come to life.


I smiled and snuggled deeper into his embrace, savoring the way his body curled protectively around mine. This was what I'd always wanted—to be cherished by my mate. The universe had granted me that one wish, at least.


Then Orion shifted, and the gentle fantasy began to crumble.


His body tensed against mine. The arms that had held me so tenderly now felt rigid and uncomfortable. I turned to face him, hoping to see the same contentment in his eyes that I felt in my heart.


"Good morning," I whispered, reaching up to touch his face.


Orion caught my wrist before my fingers could make contact with his skin. His expression was unreadable, closed off in a way I'd never seen before.


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