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

~Elvira~ "Elvira... stop... I can't..." But I did not stop. I kept moving my mouth in a steady way that made his hips begin to twitch involuntarily. He moaned again deeply… tangled his fingers in my hair and he pulled my head back forcing me to stand… then he kissed me long and hard I could taste his precum on my tongue. "My table!" he growled pushing me forward on it until my palm rested on the surface…he reached over my hips grabbed them forcefully and arching my back up to his hip level. I felt so open and bare in the position... My wet pussy was all open for his eyes in daylight as he studied me taking him time… Without a word, he pushed two fingers into my wetness i screamed out in pleasure as the feeling of his fingers inside me… my virginal muscles clamped down on them so tightly… he started thrusting…finger fucking me slowly until he found the sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl into the floor… I moaned out loud tilting my head back as pleasure raked

~Gabriel~ "She shifted, Alpha Gabriel," Neolla replied. "She shifted for the first time since she got here. She was... she was beautiful. She just took off… maybe for a wild run we tried following but couldn’t keep up” 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 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 shadow of pitch-black fur. He was faster than I could ever be, his paws hit the damp earth with the force of a landslide. Find her,I commanded. Bane didn't even need to be told. He caught the scent of vanilla and forest that made his heart soar…it was her, but it was different... now stronger than before… I saw a streak of white through the tr

~ Elivira POV ~ Venessa words kept ringing in my ear on repeat as I stared back at her in disbelief ignoring the fact that I was still naked.. “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 heart boil in anger... 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 sitting on the table trembling with anger at her blatant disrespect. I reached for the 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

~Elvira ~ “That’s impossible.” I blurted. The words left my lips before I could even process them. It was 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 asked her. He looked at the witch, his brow furrowed in a way that made him look almost pained… maybe he wanted it to be a mistake. I could see it in the way his jaw was working, his muscles were now 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 away for centuries. Why it’s imprinted on her skin specifically remains a

~Elvira~ “Did you hear that?” I asked Neolla… feeling my heart skip a beat. I wasn't sure if I had heard it right, or if my mind was just playing tricks on me because we were lost in our argument... “Yeah, someone might have been at the door,” she replied. Her face went serious…she went straight to the door and pulled it open then looked down the hallway. I stayed in bed, I would have stood up and checked the door with her but I was feeling tired. After a few seconds, she stepped back inside and closed the door, then turned back to me with a confused look. “I didn't see anyone.” “But you heard the footsteps, right? I heard them retreating. They were fast,” I insisted. I knew I wasn't crazy. “Yeah,” she nodded slowly. “I heard it too. Whoever it was must have hidden in one of the side rooms or left the wing entirely before I could open the door. They were quick.” We both fell silent. The air in the room felt different now…colder. The realization that someone had b