Blood & Silver: Rise Of The Alpha's Rejected Mate の小説・ストーリー

“You tried princess. The Queen will understand. Since we have got a better weapon in our hands, I don't think we need that plan. The stupid Alpha wasn't useless after all, he found us the silver wolf.” I smiled. “You are right when you told me to strike a deal with the Alpha. He's so stupid that he's not looking at the limelight. We are gonna use him to achieve our plan. We will use him to destroy his own kind. We just have to wait for my aunt to wake up. Once she wakes up, we will get our victory.” “What are we gonna do with the strong young Alpha. The rogues nearly got hold of the silver wolf tonight, but the Alpha ruined it all. He killed five of the men and only one returned. I sent some

I forced my breathing to remain steady, my gaze fixated on the book in my lap. I already knew what would happen if their whispers turned into reality. If Damien truly rejected me, my father wouldn’t hesitate to punish me for my failure. And his punishments were never merciful. “Sage, the only thing that you can do for our family is to make the Crown Alpha of the Angentha family accept you as his destined mate and carry his son in your womb so it will strengthen the alliance of our empire,” Alpha Alejandro stated, his voice a calculated weight pressing down on me.

Annabella "I, Annabella, Collins, except you, Wesley Harris, as my alpha. I asked for acceptance into your pack." I repeated back to him. He smiled, and My world tilted on its axis. He took my hand into his and slid his claw across my palm, lifting it to his mouth and accepting my blood. I was surprised when he didn't continue to drink. I am sure this isn't supposed to be erotic, but I can't help the heat rising in my core or the tremor that goes through me. I know he can smell my arousal. I can feel it running down my thigh.

I knelt beside her and applied it on her arm, and in seconds those marks had disappeared. No injury in sight. Just blood. Phew! Three minutes… I finally peeled the mask off my face, then watched her closely. Face calm. Skin white. Void of life. An Alpha. Amongst the councils of Silverfangs. I reached my fingers under my sleeve for a small metal stamp that was tucked under it. It was a silver piece, made of bane silver. Wolf skins are allergic to it, so it creates a burn whenever there is direct contact. As I placed it on the skin under her ear,

Jada screamed, reaching for him with her prosthetic arm, but he was too fast. He didn't need a suit. He was an Alpha of the Silver Line, and his mate was dying in the black. He shifted mid-run, his bones cracking and reforming into a massive, silver-maned beast that was twice the size of a standard wolf. He slammed into the airlock controls, the inner door hissing shut and the outer door exploding outward as the atmosphere vented.

“The bond is pulling deeper into her mind now.” Jeremy smiled faintly. “Good.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the magic stretch toward Rebecca again. The connection crackled instantly. Pain. Fear. Desire. Confusion. The girl was drowning in all of it. Perfect. “She still resists,” one of the younger witches muttered nervously. “She will,” I replied. “At first.” I opened my eyes again. “But the mark doesn’t belong to the Alphas.” Jeremy’s expression darkened with satisfaction. “It belongs to us.”

Silver responded irritably, “I am aware of that. I have tried everything, but nothing has worked yet. Please, Arthur, cannot find out about this.” “You cannot ask me to lie to him, my silver; he is your mate.” “Just help me protect my people. If I shift or not, I am still the heir. It does not change anything.” “It changed everything. There’s no Alpha without a wolf.” They held each other’s gaze as the silence stretched, before Silver walked away. Matt was very uneasy about finding out that Silver did not have her wolf yet. He did what he thought was best and called Arthur. It did not ring twice before Arthur answered the call.

I was comfortable enough to tease him while sitting alone with him in my maiden quarters on my wedding day. He held one cup towards me. I took it without hesitation. Our fingers brushed, but my remembered body didn't recoil. Athena's words returned to me from somewhere beyond the memory. Something about the seal settling in when accepted. I tried to make myself look at his face more carefully. My body didn't obey me. He lifted his cup. "To the Blood Alpha's unfortunate bride." I rolled my eyes. "You're horrible." "You'll miss me when you're trapped in his chambers for the next week."

My feet found the ground, trembling but planted. The crowd gasped. Chase's eyes went wide with something I'd never seen on him before — fear, raw and unguarded. My legs shook violently. My teeth ground against each other so hard I tasted blood. And underneath the pain, something else stirred — dark, cruel, and utterly intoxicating. Revenge. "And I—" My voice cracked, stammering through the agony. "I, Ophilia of the Makasi Moon Pack — refuse to accept the Alpha's rejection."

"Majesty. You know what he does when he gets there." I do know. The bond knows. Even at this distance it pulls tight in me, because Kade Mercer is already deciding, and his decisions travel down the wire between us faster than any horse. Beron Vane's Silverpine are not Kade's wolves. That is the bitter heart of it. Half of Beron's company are men who spit in the road dust, in living memory, when the Bloodmoon Alpha's name is spoken. They follow my banner now. They do not follow his, or so the valley says.