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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

Julian Mercer clapped his hands, trying to dispel the tension hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "Let's get this party back on track, shall we?" He strode over to the sound system and cranked up the volume, bass thumping through the floor.


I watched as people slowly began to drift back to their conversations, though their eyes kept darting between Rhys and me. The confrontation had left everyone on edge, like watching a pot about to boil over.


Orion's hand remained firmly on my lower back, his touch steady and grounding.


"You okay?" he asked, his voice low in my ear.


I nodded, not trusting my voice yet. My magic was still humming beneath my skin, responding to the turmoil of emotions I refused to show.


Across the room, Faye made a performance of clinging to Rhys. She tugged him to a plush leather couch and practically draped herself across him, resting her head on his shoulder and fixing me with a smug smile.


The Alpha's Story Love, Lies, and Betrayal