Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate

~Elvira~ I was still reeling from the realization that the man in front of me was my fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. He was the leader of Silverblade, the country’s deadliest pack, known for its weapons manufacturing, high-tech security, and elite warrior-training system. It felt surreal to me, i didn't understand what to feel. A mix of excitement...fear... and desperation tangled inside me. Maybe coming here wasn’t a bad idea after all, maybe my stepfather would think twice about chasing me into Silverblade territory. If I could just persuade the Alpha to let me join, I could settle down and build the secure future I had never known. But he showed no intention of acknowledging the bond between us, it was baffling to me as I thought of it. Among werewolves, the pull to a fated soulmate is almost impossible to resist. “If you let me stay, I’ll prove my worth and be loyal to your pack,” I murmured. “Prove your worth?” Skepticism dripped from his voice. “Ye

~ Elvira~ "I’m Lisa, and that handsome giant over there is my brother, Carson," Lisa said, her voice sounded bright. She pointed toward the door where a tall, blonde guy stood. He was 6'1", with lean muscle. He gave me a sheepish smile, his blue eyes filled with a warmth I wasn't used to. In my past, men were things to be feared, but Carson looked harmless. "Hey," he said, stepping into the room. "You look better. We were surprised how fast you healed, seems you have a strong constitution." "Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it," I mumbled. Lisa bit her lip, tilting her head as she studied me. "Can you remember what happened? We found you near the road, completely naked, we were just coming back from a hike. If we hadn't been there..." She trailed off, i watched as a shudder ran through her body. "The good news is we did find you," Carson interrupted, cutting off her trailing thoughts. "What's your name?" Lisa asked. "Elvira," I replied. "Elvira,"

~Elvira~ The walk to the mansion was silent. I kept my eyes down, but noticed high sensory cameras tucked into the oak branches, their red lights blinking. Silverblade had a huge security network. The pack house was a large mansion built with limestone, beautiful but intimidating. Inside, the place was filled with the presence of patrolling warriors. We stopped at a door labeled OFFICE. The guard knocked, and Gabriel’s voice barked from within. "Enter." The guard shoved me inside and left, closing the door behind him. I was alone with Alpha Gabriel. He sat behind a desk of polished wood reading a stack of reports. The office felt powerful, expensive, but cold, there were no family photos or personal items.. and a big window overlook the territory. I stood there on trembling legs, waiting for him to notice me. Finally, he stood up. His powder-blue shirt showed the bulk of his shoulders as he walked around the desk toward me, he stopped close enough for

~Elvira~ When he looked at me like that, I became speechless. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. What was it with this pack? First the cell...then the near rejection...and now a framing for a crime I didn’t commit...I was exhausted...my stomach was empty...and I had no energy for this woman's theatrics. I looked from Gabriel, whose undivided attention was still on me to the woman clutching his arm with a familiarity that made my wolf, Val, want to snarl. Then my gaze drifted to the two guards. They had muscles bulging inside their uniforms, typical of the high-tier warriors Silverblade was famous for. "You see, Gabriel? She can't even defend herself!" Vanessa insisted pointing her red painted finger at me. "I caught her red-handed. Who knows what secrets she was trying to steal?" "Elvira!" Gabriel’s voice carried an impatient tone. "I wasn't snooping, Alpha Gabriel” I finally defended myself. "I was just looking around." "Just looking

~Elvira~ I stepped into the modern bathroom in the room, the polished wall tiles reflected a version of myself I barely recognized. Turning the handle the shower sprayed to life and enveloped me in steam. As the hot water hit my skin, I finally let out a long held breath. The heat melted the tension in my muscles washing away the dirt from my journey and the smell of the cell...i lathered my skin with the lavender and vanilla body wash and slowly began to feel normal again for a moment... I tried wiping off the fog from the full-length mirror as a reflection caught my eye...I twisted around peering at my lower back to get a better view. The symbol Lisa had mentioned was right there... a double circle containing two upside-down triangles was etched into my skin with precise lines looking more like a brand than a tattoo. It pulsed with a faint glow that made my heart drop to my stomach. I wonder where it had come from? Was it really tied to my wolf showing up so late? O