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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"How dare you come here and seduce another Alpha? Do you still have the audacity to return to this pack after what you did years ago?" Zara's accusation hung in the air, every word dripping with venom.


The room fell silent. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, waiting for my reaction. Four years ago, I would have crumbled under the weight of this public humiliation. Four years ago, I might have run.


I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could speak, a deep voice cut through the tension.


Orion appeared by my side, his presence commanding and intimidating. His hand pressed against the small of my back, warm and reassuring. 


"You will not speak to her that way," he said, each word clipped and dangerous. "Not in my presence, not ever."


Zara's eyes widened, but she quickly recovered. "I'm just stating facts, Alpha Valerius. Everyone knows—"


Tangled Loyalties and a Public Showdown