All Chapters of Beyond Chosen: The Alpha's Fated Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~Elvira~ I took him into my mouth, my saliva acting as a lubricant. He was large, veiny and throbbing hot. I traced the thick veins on his big cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing him until he let out a small groan. "Elvira... stop... I can't..." But I did not stop. I kept moving my mouth in a steady way that made his hips twitch involuntarily. He hissed, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled my head back, forcing me to stand. He kissed me long and hard, and I could taste his precum on my tongue. "My desk," he growled pushing me forward on it until my palm rested on the surface. He reached over my hips grabbing them forcefully and arching my back up over the edge of the desk to his hip level. I felt so open and small in the position. My wet pussy was all open for his eyes in daylight as he studied me Without a word, he pushed two fingers into my wet center, i screamed out in pleasure as the feeling of his fingers inside my my vagiana muscles clamped

~Gabriel~ "She shifted, Alpha Gabriel," Neolla replied , her eyes wide with excitement. "She shifted for the first time since she got here. She was... she was beautiful. She just took off. She was so happy, she didn't even look back." My heart hammered. A hybrid female wolf, running wild in deep woods she didn't know? It was a recipe for disaster. "Which way?" Neolla nodded toward the direction she took off in, the direction of the deep, old forest—the part of the territory where the shadows stayed thick even at noon. I didn't stay to talk. I ran. As soon as I was away from the girls, I let the change take me. Bones snapped and skin tore as Bane burst forward, a massive shadow of pitch-black fur. He was faster than I could ever be, his paws hitting the damp earth with the force of a landslide. Find her,I commanded. Bane didn't need to be told. He caught a scent that made his heart soar—it was her, but it was different. It was pure, clean, and smelled like snow.

~ Elivira POV ~ “It's your grandmother, The Matriarch is here Gabriel! And you’re in here... with this rogue?” She stood there with her chin tilted up, looking at us with a disgust so thick I could practically taste it. The way she said "this rogue" made my stomach turn. It was like I was a piece of trash he’d picked up off the street. "I’ll be down in a moment. Get out, Vanessa. Now." Gabriel ordered. Venesaa gave me one last look, a look that promised a war later before the door slammed shut again Gabriel followed shortly afterwards without saying anything to me, He just left. I was there on the edge of the desk, trembling with anger at her blatant disrespect. I reached for the leather jacket that I had dropped to the floor in the heat of my desire, wrapped it around my body, It smelled like him, but even that couldn't stop the cold from setting in or my fury at how Gabriel keeps tolerating Venessa every time. To him I was just a mistress. A rogue. I didn

~Elvira ~ “That’s impossible.” The words left my lips before I could even process them. My voice sounded stronger than it had a few minutes ago, fueled by a sudden spike of adrenaline. It was completely unbelievable. I had spent my entire life being treated like a mistake, like a servant who didn't fit anywhere. I was the girl who lived in fear and mistreatment, the girl who was always running. And now, this woman was standing in my room, telling me my blood was royal because of the symbol on my back? “ Are you sure?” Gabriel looked toward the witch, his brow furrowed in a way that made him look almost pained. He wanted it to be a mistake. I could see it in the way his jaw was working, his muscles tense under his shirt. If I was royal, everything changed. The rogue he was keeping wasn't just a stray anymore now I am a political landmine. “ I’m positive. It’s a unique mark, a signature of the royal witchdom. I’ve seen descriptions of it in texts that have been locked

~Elvira~ “Did you hear that?” I asked Neolla, my heart skipping a beat. I wasn't sure if I had heard it right, or if my mind was just playing tricks on me because I was so on edge. “Yeah, someone was definitely at the door,” she replied. Her face went serious, and she moved quickly. She went straight to the door and pulled it open, looking down the long, dim hallway. I stayed in bed, I would have stood up and checked the door with her but my body was feeling heavy and tired. I watched her as she leaned out, her eyes narrowed like she was a hunter trying to catch a scent. She looked left and then right, trying to find whoever had been eavesdropping on our conversation. After a few seconds, she stepped back inside and closed the door softly. She turned back to me with a confused look. “I didn't see anyone,” she said. “But you heard the footsteps, right? I heard them retreating. They were fast,” I insisted. I knew I wasn't crazy. I had heard the distinct sound of feet