Blood And Silver:Rise of the Alpha’s Rejected Mate Novel

By the time the meeting finally started wrapping up, I was practically pacing the perimeter of the packhouse; the cool, crisp morning air did nothing to dispel the storm within my skull.

Dane fell into step beside me, his footsteps unhurried, almost measured.

“You’re taking a big risk,” he said, quieter this time.

“Everything about this is a risk,” I returned, not looking at him. “This way, we can win without losing everything.”

“And what if you’re wrong?”

I turned to him, squaring my feet. “At least I’ll know that I gave everything in me to protect this pack. Protect you.”

He smiled, a flash smile. In that moment, our yoke lightened that fraction.

Without a word, Raven raced forward, face white and heaving. “Luna,” he choked out, thrusting a paper. “A message from Orion.”

It wasn’t until I unfolded it, my eyes fell upon bold strokes: “Your move, Luna. Let’s see if you are as strong as you claim.”

Only then did I hand him the paper, where it was shaken right off from my already tightly clenched fist.

His face had gone black after having read the words; his hands

trembling to hold the wrath inside.

“He’s playing games now,” Dane breathed quietly, very low indeed.

“This is not a game,” I countered, sharp.

He met my gaze, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Then stop treating it like one. Fight him. End this.”

“I will,” I said, my voice steady. “But I’ll do it my way.”

Raven shifted on his feet, his look darting away. “There’s more, Luna. Orion’s forces are closing in on the border. They’re baiting us.”

Dane’s eyes flashed with anger. “And you’re still considering playing his game?”

I turned to him, undeterred. “It is not a game, Dane. It’s strategy.”

The tension between us hung in the air, thick as the scout looked at us with an ounce of nervousness. Finally, Dane exhaled, and his shoulders slumped in reluctant acceptance.

“Fine,” he said. “But don’t wait too long. He won’t.”

I clutched the paper tightly as the sun began to rise, casting its light over the packhouse.

“Your move also, Orion,” I whispered to myself. “Let’s see if

you’re as strong as you claim to be.”