Blood & Silver: Rise Of The Alpha's Rejected Mate Mga Nobela at Kwento

They knew she was his mate, his scent was all over her and yet nobody has stepped forward to say hello. She honestly felt like they didn't like her, but who would like her anyway? Slowly turning to face them when Zillon's wolf disappeared into the forest, she smiled. Zillon had begged her to try and create a bond, and though she was hesitant, she had to try. "I-I am Celeste a-and the future alpha's mate.' After her little speech, everbody stayed silent until a man stepped forward, nothing but austerity on his face. "You are not the Alpha's mate, you're an omega...say that instead of spouting nonsense."

work" I turned back to my human form with the huge gash still standing there. My chest was now open and blood was dripping out of it. It was not healing fast because of one thing the fool in front of me doesn't know. The damned silver. I heard heavy breathing and I looked up to see Isabelle's eyes on my open wound. Her eyes flickered from the chocolate brown I knew them to be to blue and her hair was like they had poured red dye on it. The ends of her hair were now red before they slowly spread to the rest of her head. I watched in amazement as she glared at the man still holding the knife.

The hope of smelling my mate's scent was strong but something is telling me this wasn't going to the the pack I'd find my mate in. We walked into the living room. There sat multiple women. Sure they were all beautiful and attractive but none of them captured my attention like my mate should. "So?" the alpha asked. I shook my head "I don't think so, but thank you. I appericiate you inviting me here." "It's alright. I was hoping someone from our pack would be your mate but you can't choose what fate has planned for you, can you?" he shrugged. "I'l see you out" he said.

A moment later, footsteps—heavy, angry—approached the back of the van. I froze. No more screaming. No more fighting. My instincts screamed danger. Every cell in my body buzzed with fear. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The van door burst open with a bang. And there he was. The alpha. My lungs locked up at what I saw. I stared into his eyes—they were blood red. Not glowing. Not shimmering. Red. As though rage itself had painted over his pupils. I must have pissed him off. Before I could react, he was inside the van. In one terrifying blur of motion, he gripped my neck—not too tight, but just enough for my body to tremble at the raw, brutal strength he held back.

My skin hums. Kieran whispers, “Whatever happens” “I know,” I say. “You won’t own me.” “And you won’t face it alone,” he finishes. I take one step forward. Then another. The moon begins to rise. Red. Watching. Waiting. And somewhere in the dark, Donovan is smiling. The moon rose, and the law broke.* I did not step forward to fight. I stepped forward to speak. That alone shocked them. I felt it in the silence. On the way, my breath stopped. In the way certainty cracked. The Alpha Challenge was meant to be simple. Two men. One winner. Blood decides. Death ends it.

The destiny written in her blood pulls hardest of all. Aria is dragged downward—slowly, inexorably—toward the throne made for gods. Kael roars, a sound that splits the void. His body ignites with silver fire— the mark of an Alpha who has broken every limit his wolf was born with. He tears one tendril. Another. Another— But more keep coming. Aria flails desperately, trying to fight the pull— trying to reach him— trying to run— but the throne’s gravity is absolute.

Marks. And then—Words. Amber’s eyes moved quickly. She’s reading and trying to understand. But one line stopped her completely. “The Silver Bloodline does not bow.” Her breath caught. “Silver” Her power. Her eyes. Her energy. Her hands tightened on the book. “No…” she whispered. Her heart started racing faster now. Stronger.nShe turned the page. More writing. More detail. More truth. “They are born once in generations. Feared by Alphas. Uncontrollable. Unclaimable.”

she came forward, as she did, the trail of Silver became more Intense. “I accepted your rejection, faked my death, had a pack. Sasha couldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous.” She shrugged. The Blue Fire Alpha was stretching out his hand to take a gun. In impulse, I kicked it out of his hand. He glared at me confused. “That’s my mate you want to hurt, peasant!” My wolf growled inside. I ignored the Alpha and tried to enjoy the drama, also trying to ignore the fact that Your Silver was ignoring our mate bond.

She will soon be your mate. Silas chuckled. That's rather stupid to say, how could she be my mate? She doesn't even have her wolf. There's no way she would be the one destined to spend eternity with me. Mark my words. Silver's last response as he receded into the subconscious of Silas, his blue eyes flashing in the darkness briefly. Silas clicked his tongue again, he tightened his hand to a fist. Silver was unwise, did he truly believe that he was going to settle for someone not off Alpha bloodline? Fat

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.