All Chapters of Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ Elvira~ "Because of our friendship, I will ignore your words—but don't ever call me a slut again." Jane turned to walk away, her voice trembling. But Priscilla wasn't finished yet she lunged her manicured nails digging into Jane’s wrist, spinning her back around. "I’m not done talking! Stay away from Kelvin, you bitch!" Her face contorted in fury. Jane smoothed her dress with a chilling nonchalance. "There’s free will in this pack, Priscilla. Kelvin is mateless. If he comes to me again, I’ll let him. He isn’t bound to you. Stop acting like his mate before the Moon Goddess even speaks." "I hate you!" Priscilla hissed. Priscilla grabbed a handful of Jane’s hair, yanking her head back. Jane screamed, clawing at Priscilla’s hands, the argument dissolved into a physical fight. Without properly thinking it through I acted, it was purely on impulse. I ran toward them, feeling a strange, heat radiate from the mark on my lower back surge up my spine. I reached out, gr

~Elvira~ He was cornering me. If he framed the question like that, I had no defense. Yes, I had flung her, but the accusation of violence implied intent. It implied I had wanted to hurt her. My mind was still racing, trying to figure out how I had actually done it. How did a girl who spent her life bruised and broken suddenly possess the strength to toss a grown werewolf like a ragdoll? I looked at my hands again, half-expecting them to be glowing, I would have to figure out that mystery later right now, I was in immediate trouble. “Yes, I flung her, but it—” “So you agree you used violence?” Alpha Gabriel interjected, his voice dropped to a tone that made the hair on my arms stand up, he folded his massive arms across his chest, his stance turning deadly and final. “I didn’t mean to do that! I apologized immediately. Right, Aria?” I turned to Aria, silently begging her to back me up, i needed a witness, a friend, a speck of truth to hang onto. But Aria didn

~Elvira~ It was just Gabriel and I in his office; the others, including Kelvin, were waiting outside. "What are you hiding from me, Elvira?" he asked. "I'm not hiding anything from you. I have nowhere to go. I came here to train. I came here to survive." I replied Gabriel stepped closer, his nose flaring with agitation. "Training in Silverblade is a privilege reserved for those who have earned it. It costs more than you possess, Elvira. Our instructors, our tech, our blood-right, it isn't free. You have no money, no status, and no value to this pack. What is more, you hold a strength that is mysterious. I can't trust you." "I mean no harm, Gabriel. As for the warrior training program, let me earn it," I shot back, my chin lifting. "I’ll do anything to train in your pack. That's why I'm here." A smile spread across Gabriel’s face, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was the smile of a man who had found a way to win a war of wills. He leaned down, his face inches from min

~ Elvira~ "Elvira, stop! Come see!" Aria’s shout cut through the noise of the washing machines coming from inside the laundry house. I looked up, soap suds dripping from my elbows, to find her standing by the edge of the field. "What is it?" I asked, "The morning briefing," she said, grabbing my wrist with cold fingers. "They’re coming from the training hall.” We hid behind a wall, but through the side, I could see the wide main field where the warriors gathered. "Why the panic?" I whispered, trying to pull my arm back. "See, I want to show you the hierarchy," Aria replied. "Look, but do not catch anyone’s eye. Especially not a high warrior." I peeked around the space. The field outside was filled with werewolves arranged in perfect, silent circles. At the center stood Gabriel. Even from here, his presence carried much weight. To his right stood Cole, the Beta. To his left was a man I hadn't seen before, he was shorter than Gabriel but built like a bri

~Elvira~ The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary hit me as soon as I entered the kitchen. After ten hours of bleach and steam, the smell of food made my stomach growl loudly. The dinner rush was over, the space was quiet, except for the sound of a knife against a wooden board as a junior cook helped Silas chop vegetables. I stood by the entrance, my damp hair sticking to my neck. I kept my hands in my apron pockets to hide the raw, red skin “You’re late, but I saved you a plate,” Silas said. He looked up from a pile of carrots, his arms large like trunks and flour on his beard, he pointed toward a small wooden table in the corner where a steaming plate sat under a ceramic lid. “Thank you, Silas,” I said. “Don’t thank me. My cousins wouldn't let me clear the line until you showed up. They’ve been waiting since.” Two people sat at the table, swinging their legs and eating grapes. They were identical twins with messy white-blonde hair and blue eyes, they were no