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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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, trying to process his words about Orion and Faye. His body was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from him, making it hard to think clearly.


"Get away from me," I managed to say, pushing against his chest. "I don't believe you."


But even as I said it, doubt crawled through my mind. Hadn't I just seen Orion leaving with Faye, his tenderness toward her unmistakable?


Rhys didn't budge. His eyes darkened dangerously as he leaned closer, his breath fanning my face. "You kissed him," he said, his voice low and deadly. "Right in front of me."


"So what?" I lifted my chin defiantly. "I'm not yours anymore. I can kiss whoever I want."


His jaw clenched so hard I thought he might crack a tooth. "Is that what you think? That you can parade around with another Alpha and I'll just stand by and watch?"


"Yes," I hissed. "That's exactly what I think. You rejected me, remember? You made your choice four years ago."


The Villain's Claim