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Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance.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

"That's Ethan's sister," the blonde on my lap whispered, her eyes darting across the room. "She looks...different."


My gaze followed hers, landing on Elara. The purple dress hugged every curve of her body, the fabric ending mid-thigh to reveal long, smooth legs. Her dark hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, and even from this distance, I could see the emerald gleam of her eyes.


Something primal stirred inside me. She looked nothing like the shy omega who had hidden behind oversized clothes and thick glasses. This Elara commanded attention, and every male in the vicinity noticed.


The blonde—Cassie? Carrie?—shifted on my lap, pressing herself against me more firmly. Her hand slid up my chest as she tried to recapture my attention. "Want to find somewhere more private?" she purred, her lips brushing my ear.


Chapter 59 - An Alpha's Obsession and a Rival's Arrival