All Chapters of Rise Of The Silver Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Then, a month after Katrina and Adrian were paired, she found her fated mate. The real deal, the one the Moon Goddess picks for you. And what did she do? She rejected him. Flat-out turned her back on her true mate to stay with Adrian, to keep her shiny Luna title. I don’t know if it was love or power she was chasing, but it made me sick. Still does. She parades around like she’s untouchable, lording it over everyone, especially me.Katrina came back into the dining room, brushing past me where I stood against the wall, trying to fade into the background. I kept my head down, desperate to avoid their never-ending drama. Then a loud crash split the air—glass shattering on the hardwood floor, wine splattering like blood. “Oops,” Katrina said, her voice dripping with fake innocence as she turned to me. “Looks like you now have something to keep you busy instead of standing here being lazy.” I bit my lip hard and dropped to my knees, picking up the broken pieces of glass. *I’m used to this

With my wolf awake inside me, every move I made was quicker, smoother, like I was gliding through the kitchen. My senses were sharper too—I could hear the low murmur of conversations from the dining hall, not just the usual yells or loud laughter that used to be all I could pick up.I carried the breakfast trays out, keeping my eyes down as I set plates in front of the pack members. Adrian wasn’t there, but I placed his and Katrina’s plates anyway, then turned to grab the rest from the kitchen. When I came back, trays balanced carefully in my hands, I saw them coming down the stairs together, hand in hand. My breath caught in my throat, like someone had punched me in the chest. I froze, staring at Adrian as he yanked his hand away from Katrina’s, like her touch had burned him.He started walking toward me, slow and deliberate, the air between us growing heavy, thick with something I couldn’t name. For a split second, I saw it—his wolf, rising to the surface, his eyes flashing with som

I left the kitchen and go changed into the dress, it was a strapless dress that hugged me so well, showing all my curves, I walked with shaky steps up the stairs and when I reached the door she had mentioned I knocked and no reply came, I debated whether to talk back but before I knew it I stretched my hand and pushed it slightly open then a hand grabbed me from inside drawing me, in a swift motion they pinned me to the wall trying to kiss me but I moved my face away, who are you please let me go, I said struggling to get free from the broad shouldered man who was trying to force himself on me now, please I begged but he wasn’t having it, he reeked of alcohol and just then I heard footsteps and Katrina and Adrian came into view, he looked shocked and furious while she stood behind him with a smirk. “You little bitch, can’t keep your dirty little self one place, you’re now going about seducing alphas and getting in their beds,” Adrian bellowed, his voice loud and bitter. My eyes wide

She tilted her head, studying me like I was some puzzle she was trying to piece together. “Oh? Then who are you? A runaway?” Her voice wasn’t mocking, but it carried a challenge, like she was testing me. “None of your business,” I shot back, turning my back to her, ready to walk away and leave this whole mess behind. “You’re in my territory,” she called after me, her voice steady and sure. “This is my land.” I froze, then spun around to face her. “Your lands?” I said, my tone dripping with skepticism. “This isn’t pack territory.” “It’s my pack territory,” she cut me off, her eyes never wavering. There was no hint of doubt in her, no hesitation. I stared at her, searching for a lie, but she didn’t flinch under my gaze. “Right,” I muttered, looking away, suddenly unable to meet her eyes. “I’ll leave. I swear I’ll never come back. I didn’t even know this place was claimed.” “Who are you?” she asked again, her voice quieter now, almost curious. “Nobody,” I said, turning away again.

The night was already late, but Adrian couldn’t sleep. His mind was a chaotic mess, replaying the moment he’d rejected Ashley over and over—the sting of his hand as it connected with her face, the betrayal in her eyes as she turned and ran. Katrina was still there, hovering nearby, her voice soft and coaxing as she tried to come up with another excuse to keep him from leaving. “Adrian, you need to stay,” she said, her tone almost pleading. “You’re upset. Let me help you.” But he couldn’t stand to hear it. Her words felt like chains, trying to tether him to a mistake he couldn’t undo. Without responding, he walked out of the pack house, the door swinging shut behind him. His wolf, usually a constant presence in his mind, had gone silent, retreating so far that Adrian felt hollow. It terrified him. An alpha without a wolf? “Damn stupid,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with self-loathing. “What was I thinking?” He’d let Alessandro’s lies and Katrina’s manipulations cloud