All Chapters of The Mate They Threw Away: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AsherI make things up for a living. Not for sport, not for malice, but to keep the gears turning, to keep the machine that is Silver Crest from grinding itself into dust. I deal in politics, and one of the greatest tools a politician like me can possess is the ability to be an excellent liar.It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, but it’s the truth, ironic, isn’t it? The one truth I can admit is that I traffic in falsehoods.People don’t want to hear the truth. They despise their reality so much that they’ll do anything to escape it, even if that escape is built on pretty lies and false promises. I realized this early on as a young cub, watching my father navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics with a silver tongue and a ready smile. It’s helped me survive the ruthless world of an Alpha

Life, as I had come to understand it, was filled with doing things I absolutely hated. Not small inconveniences or minor irritations, but soul-crushing necessities that left scars you could never quite forget.I had been born into doing things I despised. I hadn’t wanted to watch my father being arrested and imprisoned, his face blank with resignation as they led him away in silver chains. But I’d been forced to witness it, forced to stand there while my world crumbled and other pack members whispered behind their hands about the disgrace our family had become.I hadn’t wanted to spend years cleaning up after arrogant and prideful high-ranking werewolves who treated me like I was invisible unless they needed something. But I’d been forced to do that too, swallowing my pride with every dismissive comment, every condescending look, every reminder that I was be

   “I did not come here to be owned, gentlemen,” I said firmly, letting steel creep into my voice. I needed them to understand this from the start, needed to establish boundaries before this situation spiraled completely out of my control. “And neither do I plan to be a prize for whatever contest you three are planning to have over me.” The three Alphas exchanged glances, and I watched as a knowing look passed between them like a shared secret. They were mildly shocked that I’d read their intentions so clearly, that I could see through whatever game they thought they were playing. Good. Let them be surprised. I wasn’t the same broken girl who’d fled Silver Crest four years ago. “You three took your shots and

Witches were bad news. I had no issues with them and I had never come across one before. However, witches had always been the mortal enemies of werewolves since time immemorial.I could literally feel the worry oozing out of Kieran as he brooded silently.“I am still not sure how you are certain that’s a witch,” I said as I peered closer to the screen in the table.Kieran raised his head to look at me and I could see the controlled mask of rage in his eyes. I was guessing he did not like the fact that I was doubting him.He leaned back and sighed deeply.“Do you know the difference between a werewolf and a witch?” he asked me in a cold tone.“One can transform into a beast and the other cannot?” I replied.Dominic chuckled darkly and shook his head at me.Asher scoffed. From their responses, I knew that they had no soft spots for witches.“Okay, I admit I no little to nothing about witches, so please enlighten me.” I spoke. Even at the library, there were hardly any books on witches.

​​​Sage.I had always known Kieran for his ruthlessness and still I had loved him deeply. I had loved him because he was true to himself. He had become Alpha Primus through sheer will, power and bloodshed. He was greatly feared. Out of the three Alphas he was the least challenged.According to the Continental decree, under Article One, An Alpha if deemed unworthy of his position could be challenged by a werewolf of high rank with a lineage of a worthy line of nobility.In his first few years as Alpha of Silver Crest, Kieran had been challenged by seven different high-ranking werewolves from noble families. I had watched with a mixture of horror and arousal as he defeated each challenger in the most gruesome and brutal way he could imagine.Kieran’s wolf form was huge and covered in blood red fur. His ruthless personality matched his werewolf form. He was freakishly bigger and towered over all the werewolves of Silver Crest. After the seventh challenger had died by having his throat ri