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

Chapter 370

I paced back and forth in my room, my mind swirling with thoughts I couldn’t shake. Why does he look at me like that?

Earlier today, in the Luna’s office, when I was discussing the perfume, he had that same look in his eyes.

Trajan… What is it about him that sets him apart from every other man I’ve encountered?

I sighed and sank onto my bed, my gaze drifting to the mirror. My reflection stared back–a woman in her late forties, wearing a short, strappy nightdress that clung to her figure. Despite my age, I still looked as though two decades hadn’t touched me.

The beautiful Joclyn. The woman cursed by her own beauty. Every man who looked at me wanted me for one thing, and I hated it.

From a young age, men had seen me as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure. I’d escaped countless attempts at molestation, each incident solidifying my distrust and disdain for them. When I was offered the chance to become an Elder at just twenty–two, I accepted it eagerly..

Being an Elder meant freedom–no man could disrespect me, and while they might lust after me, none dared approach. Elders

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were required to remain unmarried, childless, and wholly dedicated to the pack. It was a life of solitude, but it was safe.

I ran my fingers through my silver–blonde hair, which shimmered in the dim light of my room. How could I, a she–wolf who had never known the touch of a man, now find myself yearning?

Yearning for a man ten years younger than me.

I swallowed hard, running a hand over my neck as I threw my head back. Trajan. The way he looks at me–different, not like those who saw me as an object. There was something deeper in his gaze.

“Get a grip, Joclyn,” I growled at myself, collapsing onto the bed. My knees bent, and my hands traveled over my thighs, my mind betraying me with thoughts I tried to suppress.

Trajan…

eyes shut, clenching the sheets as my thoughts spiraled. The urge to close the distance between us, to

Knock, knock.

freezing in place. Who could that be

dress, pulling it down, though its transparency left little

and I assumed it was one of the maids bringing

tying my hair back

through the mirror, I saw a figure enter with a

leave it on the table,” I said

into a solid chest. I stumbled back

gasped, my eyes shutting

“Joclyn?”

his voice. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and as the moonlight filtered through

whispered, staring up at him. My hands had instinctively wrapped around

up, revealing far

to mine, and guilt

released me immediately, stepping back as if

so… so sorry,” he stammered, his words

bed, still stunned, unable to

then approached again. My dress had bunched up, exposing my legs. With a nervous expression, he

he muttered, turning toward the

called, finding my voice.

stiffening. Turning back to me, hist eyes met mine, though they briefly dipped to my dress

asked softly, stepping

placed on the table. As he handed it

it up to the moonlight. It was a beautifully drawn image of me picking flowers in the garden, every detail captured with

you make this?” I