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

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PIPER

As I entered the common hall, the pungent smell of dew and pine traveled in the morning air.

My mind jumped back to the note Dane had spoken of but I had no idea as far as its contents were concerned.

The itch in my head seemed to have turned disturbing and so my eyes began searching the room for a clue of any sort.

It was a stray piece of paper on the edge of the table where Alina had sat during yesterday’s meeting half concealed under a folded napkin that first caught my eye as the hall began filling with wolves readying for the tasks of the day.

My brow furrowed as I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the rough papers.

The moment the note opened in my hand, my stomach somersaulted. The script was squeezed, rushed, and unfamiliar.

All it said was, “Keep the next move discreet. They can’t suspect. anything yet.”

I closed my fingers more tightly over the paper as my gaze flashed around the room. Alina wasn’t anywhere, yet I could sense her behind me, lurking like a ghost.

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“Warrick,” I whispered, clenching his arm as he strode into the training ground later that afternoon..

He froze mid stride, the perpetual grin on his face faltering as he took in the look on my face.

“What’s wrong?”

I held up the note, my voice low and urgent. “I found this near Alina’s seat after yesterday’s meeting. It’s. suspicious.”

He took the note from me, brows furrowing as he read. “What the hell is this?

“That’s what we need to find out,” I said, crossing my arms. “I don’t trust her, Warrick. There’s something she’s hiding, and if we don’t figure it out”

“She’s going to get away with it,” he finished, his voice hardening.

I nodded. “Exactly.”

For a moment, Warrick’s gaze flickered with hesitation. Then he sighed, shoving the note into his pocket. “All right. Where do we

start?”

We had spent hours checking her usual haunts: the storage shed near the edge of the village, the abandoned cottage she would often sneak to under the pretense of “training,” even her

quarters.

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lead turned up

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midday, frustration had set in. Warrick slumped against the side of the training

she’s not stupid. If she’s hiding something, it’s probably somewhere we’d never think to

of him, my

be something. Notes don’t write themselves, and Alina doesn’t strike me as

snapped, the heat in his frustration a

footsteps, my eyes drifting toward the packhouse. “Her stash,” I

Warrick frowned. “What stash?”

my voice whittling down

they stash their secrets. Alina’s no different. We

the packhouse, working our way methodically through every room we knew and every crawl space and

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long and torturous the creak of a floorboard, the

Warrick said after the hundredth

looking,” I insisted, though my own resolve

to waver.

when Warrick stopped by the edge. His brow furrowed

he said,

to his side, my

for it came loose. It showed a small, hallowed place behind. There was a bundled lot of

muttered, pulling

papers were letters, each one more damning than the

the pack, someone she referred

leadership, to sow discord, and to

my

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at the old mill tomorrow

then.”

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old mill?” Warrick repeated, turning to

near the river, I

something. And we just got ourselves in the front

and tucked it into my

this to Aurora.”

arm. “If we accuse Alina

in the balance weighing upon me like a boulder. “Tomorrow

“Tomorrow night,” Warrick echoed.

of the packhouse, the weight of what we’d uncovered weighing heavier

fingers clenching on the fragile papers. The

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until tomorrow?” I asked, my

keep our heads down. If Alina gets wind that

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