All Chapters of Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~ Elvira ~ The next day i started my shift from my kitchen duties as usual... Silas was baking lots of bread for breakfast and I have been kneading the dough since morning till my hands ached. My aching hands served as a reminder that i was a servant working hard to my bones just to save money for enrolling into the warrior training session while my supposed mate chooses someone else... 'He hates us,' Val kept whimpering in my head. 'He wants us to just go away.' 'Then we’ll show him we aren't going anywhere,' I thought back. I gripped the dough roll tightly. Gabriel’s mean words kept playing over and over in my head. You smell of bleach. A rogue wolf. Someone from the gutter. He wanted me to run away? He wanted me to just disappear because I was an embarrassment to him in his title and pack? "Elvira, you're squashing the dough too much," Silas said. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Take a deep breath. It will help your body stop shaking." "Okay thank you," I replied

~ Elvira ~ If you want to know what it feels like right before a hurricane hits, you should visit the Silverblade kitchen on the morning of a Selection. By five in the morning, the air was already filled with the smell of tenderly cooked meat, rosemary, and baked food. My feet were aching before the sun had even cleared off the trees. “Move it, Elvira! Those dishes aren’t going to garnish themselves!” Silas barked, looking just as exhausted as I was, his apron covered in flour, juggling three different timers at once. I just kept my head down and my hands moving instead of complaining. Outside, the entire pack grounds had been transformed. From the kitchen window, I could see long tables set up under white tents. The warriors’ dark blue and silver banners snapped in the wind, proud and intimidating. “I heard the Elders are bringing their own wine,” one of the laundry servant whispered as she hurried past me with a stack of linen napkins. “And Venessa has two different

~ Elvira ~ Pain was the only thing I was feeling. My jaw throbbed and my ribs ached badly every time I tried to take a breath. A simple breath! When I finally opened my eyes, the world was blurry and too bright. I was not on the sandy floor of the pit anymore. I was not in my room either. I was lying on something incredibly soft, wrapped in thick sheets that smelled like expensive soap. My heart flipped as I wondered where I was... definitely not the pack hospital. They didn't have bedding as soft and comfy as this. I looked around carefully and realized I was in the Alpha’s own room. Not the servant area, nor my own room, but the private part of Alpha Gabriel’s quarters where very few people are allowed to be. I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my side, pinning me back down. A tiny whimper escaped my lips. My jaw felt stiff. "I don't care about her heart, Cole! She’s a liability!" That was Gabriel’s voice. He was talking to someone and he sounded like h

~ Elvira ~ For three long days, the Alpha’s suite felt more like a prison cell than a bedroom. Every time I tried to put my feet on the floor, a healer with a grumpy face would appear out of nowhere and tell me to lie back down. "Alpha’s orders, rogue," she’d grumble, tucking the sheets so tight around my legs I could barely move. "You move when the bruising is gone, and not a second before." Gabriel never came back into the room while I was awake. At least, I did not see him. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, the air would change and smell like forest after a rainstorm. I’d feel a weight on the bed and hear a long, ragged sigh that made my heart ache more than my cracked ribs. I’d keep my eyes shut tight, pretending to be asleep. My heart pulse would increase slightly, but I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me awake. If he wanted to feel bad for me in the dark, then let him. It did not change the fact that he was still the one controlling my s

~Elvira~ Something bad happened, Elvira. The way she said those four words felt like a bucket of ice water poured over my head. My heart literally stopped. I looked closely at Lisa, and the joy of seeing my old friend vanished, replaced only by an agonising dread "What is it?" I whispered, taking a step toward her. I ignored Gabriel’s imposing presence behind his desk. "Lisa, you’re shaking. Where’s Carson? Why isn't he with you?" I expected her to tell me he was waiting at the border, or that he was parked down the road in their old truck. I expected her to complain about how he did not want her coming into the woods alone. Instead, Lisa began to sob... it sounded too painful to my ears breaking my heart. She reached out, her trembling fingers fumbled with a pocket in her jacket. She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and held it out to me. "He’s gone, Elvira," she said, her eyes filled with tears. "He’s just... gone. I came back to the store one evening... Th