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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 party buzzed around me, but my attention was fixed on one alarming sight: Julian Mercer tracking Elara with those calculating eyes of his. Those same eyes that once looked at me with... No. I wouldn't go there again.


I took another flute of champagne from a passing server, needing something to steady my nerves. Four years since I'd been in the same room as Julian, and my heart still refused to behave properly. Pathetic.


His voice came from directly behind me, making me tense. I hadn't even heard him approach – a testament to his skills as Beta.


I turned slowly, arranging my face into what I hoped was a bored expression. "Julian. Don't you have an Alpha to babysit?"


His eyes flickered toward where Elara stood talking with Orion Valerius. The Storm Crest Alpha had his hand positioned protectively at the small of her back.


"That doesn't look like a purely professional relationship," Julian observed, his jaw tightening.


A Beta's Demand, A Heart's Old Scars