All Chapters of The Swan Alpha's Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

ALEC My form is very majestic. And as an Alpha swan, I have two swan forms too. One to shift as a white swan to camouflage with other swans and my majestic black Alpha Swan form. They both look at me with shock and surprise on their faces.I do some tricks, paddle around, then I shift back."How... how did you do that?" the princess breathes. "So easily? It took me so long, and it hurt so much...""Practice," I say simply. "And training. I've been doing this my whole life.""You're a swan shifter," Anya says, her voice flat with disbelief. "A real one, but you told me you're just a poor farmer living in the border woods.""Yes." I look at the princess again. "And so is she. That's why I'm here. That's why I have to help her."“Are they more of you?” Anya asked. “Where's the rest of you? Do you have a pack or something?”I laugh. “Do you want to come with me?”Anya shakes her head. She says no. I turn back to the princess. She's staring at me with wide, confused eyes. The pain is sti

ALEC I flinch. The name hits me like a physical blow. Ronan of Silverclaw. The words echo in my head, sharp and cold. Silverclaw. Silverclaw. The name has been a thorn in my flesh for years. A constant, aching reminder of everything we've lost. "Silverclaw," I repeat, my voice hollow. "That name... it's been a thorn in our side for generations." Aaronne's eyes widen. "You know him?" "I know of him," I correct. "I know his family. I know what they've done." She steps closer, her silver eyes searching my face. "He's the son of Alpha Borin. That's their last name." I nod slowly. "Borin. Yes. That name clicks. That name... it's carved into our history. Into our pain." "What do you mean?" she asks softly. I look away, staring at the dark water. The memories are heavy, pressing down on my chest.

AARONNE The flower in my hand is down to its last few petals. I pluck one gently, whispering to myself. "He loves me." Another petal falls. "He loves me not." I smile so silly and giddy. I can't believe this is me. I am obsessing over the person I met in the cove. My heart is being tormented with feelings that I can't seem to control.  Eight days without him. Eight days have felt like eight years. Every moment without him has been agony. "He loves me." Another petal. "He loves me not." "He loves me," I whisper, staring at the single remaining petal. I pluck it carefully, holding it up to the light. My heart soars. "Alright, that's enough." I look up. Anya is standing there, her arms crossed with a smirk on her face. She snatches the bare stem from my hand and tosses it as