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.

a confident man

think I’ll leave now,” Trajan muttered, already

firmly, and Trajan froze, his

on his

and me,” she said, her voice steady.

I blinked, startled. Flower?

a small lilac flower with red specks on my desk.

be forbidden,” she explained. “If a werewolf touches it, they lose

about in legends. “This grows in the deep woods,

She nodded.

this was what

Not… that.

is what you

What did you think I meant?” Joclyn’s

I glanced at Trajan, who exhaled in visible relief, his hand clutching his

turning toward

hesitated, then dragged a chair over, but instead of sitting close, he positioned it awkwardly far from her and

Was he… trying to

her beauty effortless. Ast she spoke, her perfect smile and soft voice seemed to pull Trajan

she began,

hand lightly on his

jolted upright like he’d been struck by lightning. “Are

though the beads of sweat on his

a bottle of water

mumbled, gulping the