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

Chapter 361

Did she understand what we were talking about? I needed to redirect her thoughts immediately.

“Joclyn, Trajan wasn’t talking about you, I promise,” I blurted out, and the moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Trajan spun around, his eyes wide in disbelief, shooting me a look that screamed What are you doing?

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “Of course not,” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded anything but natural.

I glanced at Joclyn, who was now watching us both with sharp, calculating eyes. Panicking, I laughed too, though it came out more awkward than I intended. “I mean, why would he talk about you like that? I’m sure Trajan doesn’t even like you… not one bit! He probably hates how you carry yourself.”

“No, I don’t!” Trajan interjected, still laughing nervously, though his face was rapidly turning red.

“Oh, so you do like her? Love her, maybe? Wow!” I teased, my voice escalating with faux enthusiasm.

Joclyn’s expression shifted, her brows furrowed as though she were staring at two lunatics.

“Just stop,” Trajan hissed under his breath, his teeth gritted. “Aurora… my luna… just stop.” He forced another awkward laugh, clearly trying to salvage the moment.

I clamped my mouth shut, realizing I’d only made the situation. worse. Joclyn tilted her head, studying us both as if we were part of some bizarre play.

“What brings you here, Joclyn?” I asked quickly, hoping to change the subject.

She stepped closer, her gaze locking with Trajan’s for a brief moment before she sat in front of me. “I came to talk about this ‘forbidden‘ thing… the one that’s supposedly off–limits.”

My heart skipped a beat. She heard everything. She knew she was the one Trajan was talking about.

Trajan coughed, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. I glanced at him and noticed how agitated he looked–scratching his arm, running his hand over his hair, avoiding her eyes.

could do? Reduce a confident man to a bundle of nerves, like a teenager around his first

Trajan muttered, already making his way to

Joclyn said firmly, and Trajan froze, his hand hovering over the

asked on his

voice steady. She paused, then added, “And this

I blinked, startled. Flower?

flower with red specks

a werewolf touches it, they lose

leaned closer, recognizing the rare flower I’d only heard about in legends. “This grows in the deep woods,

She nodded.

this was

Not… that.

you meant?” I asked

you think I meant?” Joclyn’s sharp eyes.

quickly, waving her off. I glanced at Trajan, who exhaled in visible relief, his hand clutching his chest like he’d just

called, turning toward him. “Come here.

sitting close, he positioned it awkwardly far from her and

Was he… trying to hide something? An erection,

graceful, remained poised, her beauty effortless. Ast she spoke, her perfect smile and soft voice

she

lightly on his

upright like he’d been struck by lightning. “Are you okay?” Joclyn asked,

in his seat. “I’m fine,” he stammered, though the beads of sweat on his forehead told a different

him a bottle

the water