All Chapters of Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The road was still roasting from the day’s sun when my friends, Carson and Lisa, pulled away. I stood there alone, feeling tiny as the thick Pennsylvania woods seemed to swallow me whole. My paws still felt like they were thumping—a weird leftover feeling from the miles I’d spent running in my wolf form.I looked toward the trees where the Silverblade pack territory started. I wasn't just looking for a new home; I was looking for a fortress. I needed to hide from the man who had spent years making me feel like I didn't even exist in my own skin.As I stepped across the invisible border line, the forest changed. it felt like someone was watching. The quiet was spooky, broken only by a faint, high-pitched hum that sounded like hidden security sensors.Then, the hum turned into a terrifying snarl.Two huge wolves stepped out from the bushes, their eyes glowing like flashlights in the dark. Drool hit the dry leaves as they circled me, moving like a team of hunters that had just found thei

~Elvira~ Flashback: Two Weeks Ago My heart was a boiling pot, rattling against my ribs until I thought my chest might explode. I had been running for over an hour, the damp earth of the forest floor cold against my paws. Every joint throbbed, and the lactic acid in my muscles felt like liquid fire, but the terror of being caught was a much sharper pain. I couldn't go back. Not to that house, and not to the man who had spent fourteen years treating me like a piece of property. The change had come late—three days ago, on my twentieth birthday. Most werewolves shift at eighteen, and because I hadn't, My stepfather, a cold-blooded monster who didn't realize I had finally found my wolf, assumed I was still his defenseless slave. But Val, my wolf, had been a secret worth the wait. She had helped me mask my scent and whispered the plan to flee while he was out. As I ran, the bruises on my human skin hidden beneath my fur seemed to ache in sympathy with the memories. I remembere

~Elvira~ _Present_ I gasped as the heavy steel door hissed shut behind me, the sound of the locking mechanism echoing like a gunshot in the sterile hallway. After the damp chill of the cell, I felt weak to my bones, my muscles vibrating like a frayed wire. My legs buckled, and I had to drop my hands to my knees just to keep the world from spinning into a blur of white light. "What do you think you're doing?" a voice boomed, vibrating through the metal walls. The guard loomed over me, a mountain of a man with skin mapped in dark tattoos and eyes as cold as a winter moon. He didn't see a woman; he saw a nuisance. Before I could even draw enough breath to answer, he lunged forward, his massive hand clamping around my bicep and jerking me upward. "I’m... trying to catch my breath," I whispered, the words catching in my dry throat. "I’m weak." "Weak?" He let out a jagged, mocking laugh that smelled of stale coffee and malice. "You should have thought about that before you cra

I didn't move from the office. Gabriel’s scent hung in the air—pine, rain, and a sharp metallic tang that felt like a shield. I wandered to his desk, my fingers tracing the polished grain of the wood, feeling a strange sense of calm. Val purred in the back of my mind, content simply to be in our mate’s space. For a moment, looking out the massive window at the rolling Pennsylvania hills, I could almost imagine a life here. I could imagine running through those woods, free from the ghosts of my past. The peace lasted exactly ten minutes. The doors didn't just open; they were thrown wide. A woman in her twenties strode in, looking like she’d stepped off a high-fashion runway. Her dark, wavy hair was perfect, and her black dress probably cost more than my stepfather had ever spent on me in fourteen years. But it was her scent that hit me hardest—expensive perfume, layered over a cold, predatory confidence. "And you are?" Her voice was a whip-crack, sharp and bored. I blinked

~Elivira~A low, rumbling growl yanked my attention away from the blond warrior. I turned to find Alpha Gabriel glaring at me, a dark storm of annoyance clouding his features. My cheeks burned; he’d caught me admiring someone else’s presence, and in the twisted logic of the mate bond, it felt like an accidental betrayal. I dropped my gaze, fidgeting with my fingers and wishing the floor would swallow me whole. "Gabriel," the blond said, his voice carrying a smooth British accent that felt like silk over gravel. "What you asked for is ready." "Hang on, Cole. I’ll wrap this up," Gabriel muttered, snatching a flash drive from the guard’s hand. He dismissed the guards with a sharp nod, and they vanished, leaving the air in the office thick and suffocating. Gabriel plugged the drive into his laptop. The room fell into a graveyard silence, the only sound the soft hum of the hardware. We all watched the laptop—the digital eye in the ceiling proving what I already knew. I hadn't moved