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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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 tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone's eyes darted between Rhys and me, waiting to see who would break first. I forced myself to breathe evenly, refusing to show how much his accusations had wounded me.


"Well," Julian cleared his throat, clearly desperate to break the standoff. "Let's continue with the game, shall we?"


I felt a gentle pressure on my hand and looked down to see Orion's fingers intertwined with mine. His touch was warm, steady – a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside me. Across the circle, Rhys's eyes locked onto our joined hands, his jaw clenching so hard I could almost hear his teeth grinding.


"You okay?" Orion murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear.


I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The truth was, I wasn't okay. Rhys had just dragged our painful history into the open, twisting it to make me the villain. Four years of carefully rebuilding myself, and he'd tried to tear it down in minutes.


Accusations and a Confession