Blood & Silver: Rise Of The Alpha's Rejected Mate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The moment the heavy wooden doors shut behind us, the storm broke. "What have you done?" His voice was low, controlled - but beneath it, I could hear the rage simmering just beneath the surface. I turned to face him, meeting his gaze evenly. "I made the only choice I could." His jaw tightened. "You rejected your fated mate. You rejected an Alpha." "I had my reasons." He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose, a sign that he was barely holding himself together. "Selene, do you have any idea what you've set into motion?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine, his words echoing through the room. "M-My apologies, Father," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I thought it was for the best. I didn't want someone fragile like her as my mate. I didn't know it'd hurt her that much." Alpha Philip's eyes blazed with fury as he moved closer, his voice rising in volume. "Best? Pain? You have no right to decide what is best for her! You have let your fears cloud your judgment, tarnishing our family's name!"

“She is my mate. The bond is complete. Touch her and every alpha here dies tonight.” I felt the power rise between us, electric and alive. Through the link I sent him one word. Now. We pushed together. Every warrior in the courtyard dropped to their knees. The alphas staggered but stayed standing, faces pale. The lead alpha snarled. “Silver will fix this.” He raised the chain. I reached through the bond and stopped his arm mid-air. He froze, eyes wide. Milrac’s hand tightened on mine. Again. We sent a second wave. The three alphas dropped to their knees with the rest. Chains clattered to the stone.

Bloodhound scouts howled far off, their fragile connection to us in this room nothing more than flavors of the war that raged beyond but Silver Veil’s scent—bitter, metallic—grew stronger still, their people drawing in. “Keep low,” Caspian’s voice was a whisper that caught the glint of the blade as the moon did, his body moving protectively around mine, his heat reassuringly blocking out the cold. A twig splintered, the sound sharp through the silence and the Alpha was there, in the shadows, its silver pelt enormous, eyes red and gleaming, its claws rending the frozen earth and it was like a primal force that shook my very marrow. My breath choked me, fear icing my blood, but I remained stan

He was always calm, quiet and calculating, but one look at this girl and all his calmness jumped out the window. “Would you prefer he mated with her?” I asked the mutt who went quiet. Thinking of the pain that bastard put my mate through had me baring my teeth, wanting to clamp them over his stupid throat and be done with him and his useless pack. Silver Moon pack was old and powerful but their existence paled in comparison to Alpha Blood. Aristo advised I stayed in good terms with them but a part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind, to push them how they have pushed my mate and see if they could withstand the heat.

The room was small, but it looked comfortable. The door opened once again as though on cue. A chilling tension filled the atmosphere as Lyra awaited who bashed in. Someone of different appearance and demeanor walled in, making the air in the room thick and suffocating. The Alpha of Silver Fang. His eyes locked into Lyra's for a second, maintaining eye contact, his stare sent a shiver down her spine, before she knew it, he spoke with a smirk on his face: “You're a rejected mate.” He said, making her heart sink to her stomach.

“So I’m going to ask again. Why have you been attacking my pack?” Thea surges forward instantly. My vision lights up inside my head, filling the space with a cool blue glow. I hide my surprise. Thea has never done this before, and I don’t know why she’s doing it now. The rogue’s chuckling stops. The crazed smirk drops from his face. The purple glow in his eyes dims as he answers in a strangely calm voice, “The attacks on the Silvercrest pack are the result of a blood debt. Once, a Silvercrest Alpha killed another’s Luna. Now he wants yours. He wants you.”

“Fine. I am. I am jealous of any woman whose mate does not stand by and watch her bleed.” “I am jealous of any pack who would die for their Luna instead of throwing stones when she’s already on the ground.” I let my gaze sweep over the warriors at the gate. “You saw me serve you. You saw me fight for you. And when he pointed at me and said ‘poison,’ you saw what you wanted to see.” A few heads dipped. “So hear me clearly,” I said, each word slow. “I am done begging. I am done bleeding. I reject you, Damien Silvercrest. Not as my mate—I already did that. I reject you as my Alpha. I reject this pack.”

Her mate called out, “Don’t forget the dead ones.” She turned and smiled sadistically, showing off her silver fangs. “Oh, how could I forget? Rogues!” She started to command. “Jump in the fire and burn.” She unleashed a powerful aura, one that forced the three alphas to look down and away without so much as a word. As she turned, her mate ran over to her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the stench of that other alpha off of her. As the screams of the dying filled the air the SilverFang Pack marched out of the Blue Cresent Pack and back towards home.

“I'm not done yet. You happened to be mated to the most respected and powerful Alpha everyone craves to be associated with. Every girl wished to become Luna too. Did you think I'll be happy about that as well? Even at this very moment, I want him. I desire him, Gina, and there's nothing you can do about it.” “But I'm his mate, not you. Why can't you understand that? I know why you're saying all of this. You're bitter, but that can be settled. What don't need to be at each other's throats to prove a point? Let's help one another.” “Have you gone, you still don't understand the fact that I want you dead and gone! It is only when you are dead that I will be given the respect I deserve. Only whe