All Chapters of The Silver Alpha's Rejected Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SKY He’s broken my spine. I heard it snap....a horrible, dry crunch that echoed through my bones. I can barely breathe. The pain burns through me like fire, spreading down my back.“Right blood?” Lamen sneers. I don’t even know what he means. He says it all the time, but never explains. Maybe it’s just his twisted way of reminding me I don’t belong.I’m doomed. Completely and utterly doomed. The only thing that’s ever kept me sane is burying my head in my books. Now, I can’t even stand.“And stay down, weakling, before I snap your arm next,” Aria growls. Her voice drips with cruel amusement. That’s her version of a compliment, I guess.I stay where I am, face down in the mud, trying not to move. The pain is unbearable. My back feels like it’s been ripped apart, and I can’t stop the sobs that escape me. Why don’t they want me in the pack? Why do they hate me so much?I’ve asked my father the same thing so many times. “Lamen bullies me, Father. He hurts me. Can’t you make him stop? Why

SKYI take one last look in the mirror, studying the messy bun I learned to do from a video online. It isn't perfect, but it will have to do for tonight. My fingers smooth the soft fabric of my midnight-blue dress - the one I bought with months of tips and savings from Jersey Store, the small café where I've worked for years. Every coin I've saved went into this dress, though if I could trade it for a real friend in the pack, I would in a heartbeat.My green eyes shimmer under the faint light, that same emerald glow that never seems to dull, even when I'm hurting inside. A little makeup makes my pale skin glow, and I swipe a clear gloss over my lips before stepping out into the night air. My heels click softly as I cross the courtyard toward the Silver Moon Pack hall, my pulse quickening with each step.The hall is draped with silver and blue streamers that shimmer under the light. Wolves of all ranks fill the room, laughing, talking, waiting. My heart races as I step inside. Nobody t

DAMIEN Rylan groaned and rolled on the ground, clutching his back after our sparring match. I could hear his whining, and it almost made me laugh. Behind me, Drake and Nova rubbed my shoulders, hyping me up after the fight.“Come on, man. You had him,” Drake whispered, thinking my father couldn’t hear.But Gareth heard everything. He always did.“Drake, that’s enough,” he barked. “You’re going with Damien this morning. I want the full collection from every single business. And if you come back short, you’ll be washing dishes in the kitchen for a week. Got it?”Drake’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t dumb enough to argue. “Got it,” he muttered.Gareth turned back to Rylan, reaching down to pull him to his feet. I couldn’t help smirking. Rylan’s face was already swollen from the punch I’d landed. His jaw looked like it had been hit with a hammer, and he could barely stand straight. Good. Served him right for messing with me.Rylan shot me a dark look just before Gareth started scolding him.“

SKYI can’t stop giggling as I stumble into the open air, Lamen’s lips brushing across my skin in a trail of eager kisses. My body feels like it’s on fire, even though it’s almost midnight. The night air is cool, but it does nothing to calm the heat spreading through me.Lamen’s teeth graze my neck, a little harder than I expect.“Ouch! What was that for?” I laugh, pushing him away lightly. “That actually hurt.”The moon above is full and glowing, flooding the world in silver light. Its reflection paints the path leading toward the Sequoia Trail. It’s one of the harder trails to follow, rough and winding, which is probably why I don’t go there often. I reach up to my neck and feel something warm and sticky. My fingers come away with a dark smear.“Did you draw blood?” I gasp, staring at Lamen. His eyes burn with wild desire, the black of his pupils almost swallowing the color around them.“Just a small bite,” he murmurs, voice low and thick. “It’s nothing. Are you ready for the night

SKYIt must be hours later when the cold bite of the night air wakes me. I blink open my eyes and realize I’m human again. My head throbs so badly that it feels like drums beating inside my skull. When I try to lift it, I feel the rough scrape of dried leaves sticking to my cheek and the crust of blood clinging to my lashes.I wince as I raise my head a little, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. The sharp sting across my stomach forces me to drop back to the ground. I’m alive. That’s the first thing I tell myself. Alive. Step one complete.The pain is still there, but it’s not as unbearable as when they tore into me. I can’t shift back into my wolf; I don’t have the strength. I’m not even sure if I can control it anymore. That night, my body had changed on its own, pulled by the full glow of the midnight moon.After several shaky tries, I push myself up, but my legs give way and I fall, crying quietly into the dirt. My wolf’s voice stirs deep within me, strong and sure. G