All Chapters of Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Elvira~ The wooden beads felt like a row of cold, dead eyes pressed against my skin. Gabriel hadn't called them a gift they were not, and he certainly hadn't asked if I wanted them first. He’d just stood there in that cold study, watching me with those unreadable eyes while he told me this was the only way I wouldn’t be seen as a threat. It was a leash made of timber. He wanted me to be manageable. He wanted the girl who could throw a warrior to stay buried under the weight of these tiny, carved restraints. But the kitchen didn’t care about my dampened spirit. The heat in the back of the room was a living thing, thick with the smell of searing meat and heavy cream. My arms ached, and my vision swam as I stared at the third crate of potatoes. Without that weird, humming energy I’d started to rely on, my body felt heavy. Every cut on my hands from the laundry bleach stung like it was being branded with a hot iron. "You're going to peel the skin off your own fingers if you

~Elvira~I barely made it into my room before the door clicked shut, sealing me away from Venessa’s poisonous stare. I leaned my back against the heavy wood, trying to catch my breath. My room was quiet , but tonight it felt too small Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that flash of silver in the my eyes. It wasn't natural. It wasn't my wolf it was something else. The silence of the room was heavy, but the silence in my head was worse. The wooden beads were back to doing their job, muffling that humming vibration in my blood until I felt like I was made of lead. A soft, knock echoed through the room. I froze. "Who is it?" The door didn't wait for an answer. It swung open, and Gabriel stepped in. He had discarded his heavy Jacket, standing there in a dark simple shirt that clung to the hard lines of his chest. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were fixed on me with a terrifying intensity. "I have to make sure you keep the replacement beads," he said, his voice low, vib

~ Elvira ~Sefa’s eyes flickered toward the heavy door, the shadow of the guard passing across the frosted glass. My heart was beating erratically inside my ribs, and I could feel the heat in my blood beginning to hum in response to incoming danger. If he called them in, how would I explain i was having private session with the twins. There was no way to explain why the Alpha’s Gamma was finding a 'servant' training with the elite twins in a forgotten armory. "Gamma Sefa?" the voice called again, closer this time. The handle of the door rattled. Sefa’s gaze snapped back to mine. In a heartbeat, I saw the warrior, the cold, calculating man who had dismantled three men in the woods. Then, his eyes dropped to my trembling hands, and something shifted. A grimace of pure frustration crossed his face. "Get in the locker," he hissed, shoving me toward a row of rusted iron cabinets. "What?" I stumbled completely confused, my shoes scuffing the stone. "Now!, Noel, Noella, get

~Elvira ~Gabriel walked in, his presence immediately pulling the oxygen from the room. He looked impeccable, but there was a darkness under his eyes that hadn’t been there yesterday. Behind him was Cole, his Beta and best friend, who was busy checking something on a digital tablet.Gabriel’s eyes swept the kitchen, stopping on Venessa for a fraction of a second before landing on me. I didn't look away. I couldn't. I wanted him to see the ghost of the girl he had kissed, now replaced by someone who had heard every groan and every gasp through a study door. His gaze dropped to my wrist, checking the beads, then back to my face. He flinched, almost imperceptibly, at the coldness he found there. "Venessa, go get dressed," Gabriel said, his voice clipped. Venessa shot me one last look of pure hatred before sashaying past Gabriel, her hand lingering on his arm as she passed. He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean in either. He just stood there like a statue. "Silas," Cole c

~Gabriel~The heavy bag groaned under the weight of my strike, the chain rattling against the stone ceiling of the private gym. My knuckles were split, blood mixing with the sweat that poured down my face, but I didn’t stop. I couldn't stop. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the agonising pull of her—the scent of lilies and something like vanilla that made my wolf, Bane, howl until my head throbbed. I hated it. I hated that the moon goddess thought she could dictate my life. I had spent years building Silverblade into the strongest pack in the territory. I had balanced the Elders, the pack and the warriors under my control. I had chosen Venessa because she was a known variable predictable, high-born, and exactly what a Luna should be. And then she walked in. A rogue with dirt under her fingernails and eyes that held a power I didn't understand. 'She is ours, Bane snarled in the back of my mind, his claws digging into my subconscious. You lie to yourself. You ac