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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 room fell into a thick silence as all eyes turned to me. I could feel the weight of their stares—Seraphina's encouragement, Ethan's concern, Faye's hostility, and most distinctly, Rhys's burning gaze. But it was Orion's quiet presence beside me that gave me the strength to continue.


"You want the full story?" I asked, looking directly at Faye. "Fine. Let me tell you what really happened."


I straightened my shoulders and took a deep breath. For years I'd carried this story inside me, letting it fester like an untreated wound. Now I would finally lance it in the open air.


"I wasn't always the person you see before you," I began, my voice steadier than I expected. "My mother and I came to the Silver Moon Pack as refugees when I was young. After watching my father die in a pack war, my mother had one mission: keep me safe at all costs."


Rhys shifted in his seat, his expression unreadable.


Her Side of the Story Promises and Lies