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…

squeezed my eyes shut, clenching the sheets as my thoughts spiraled. The urge

Knock, knock.

in place. Who could that be at

its

I assumed it was one of the maids bringing

tying my hair

through the mirror, I saw a

it on the table,” I said

I stumbled back

gasped, my eyes shutting instinctively

“Joclyn?”

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and as the moonlight filtered

wrapped around his neck, and his arms

I followed his eyes. My dress had ridden up, revealing

snapped back to mine, and guilt

He released me immediately, stepping back

stammered, his words tumbling

sank onto the bed, still stunned, unable to process what had

and then approached again. My dress had bunched up, exposing my legs. With a nervous expression, he gently pulled it down, covering

now,” he muttered, turning toward

finding my voice. “Don’t

hist eyes met mine, though they briefly dipped to my dress

have you come?” I asked softly,

had placed on the table. As he handed it to me, I realized

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

you make this?” I