Mated to the Wrong Alpha Prince

Silvester’s little secret

I've loved her for as long as I can remember.

The name itself conjures up images of beauty, strength and passion. And she embodies all of those things, and so much more.

Her hair, a mane of silver waves that cascades down her back, is always perfectly styled. Even when she's been running through the forest, her hair remains in place, framing her striking features.

Her eyes are a deep shade of amber, with specks of green and gold that dance in the light. They're the kind of eyes that you could get lost in, for hours on end, and still never tire of looking at.

And her body - oh, her body. It's like something out of a dream. Lean and toned, with curves in all the right places. Every inch of her is a work of art, and I can't help but admire her, even when she's not looking.

I've watched her from afar for years, content to just be near her, to breathe the same air as her, to bask in the glow of her presence. But now, something has changed. Something inside of me has shifted, and I can no longer be content with just being near her. I need her, in every sense of the word.

It's like a fire has been lit within me, a fire that burns hot and bright, consuming my thoughts and my desires. Every time I see her, my heart races, my palms sweat, and I can barely speak. I'm like a lovesick puppy, and I know it's pathetic, but I can't help it.

I want her. I want her more than anything in this world. I want to feel her skin against mine, to taste her lips, to hold her close and never let go. I want to explore every inch of her body, to make her moan and writhe beneath me. I want to show her just how much I love her, how much she means to me.

But I know it can never be. She's too good for me, too pure, too perfect. She deserves someone who can offer her everything she wants and needs, someone who can protect her and keep her safe. And that someone is not me. Damien might be able to love her. But a Silveter would not.

So I held on to Sunday nights. She’ll go out to the diner and get hot wings with Riley. And I’ll be there, accidentally. Because that's all I'll ever have of her.

I tried to move on, to forget about her, but I couldn't. Even after all these years, I still think about her every day. Her piercing blue eyes, her infectious smile. She was always so full of life, so vibrant and beautiful. And I was just a fool, too scared to tell her how I felt.

I remember the night of my sophomore prom when she has just turned seventeen, how she looked like an angel in her white dress. I wanted to tell her then, to take her in my arms and never let her go. But I couldn't. I was too afraid of him, too afraid of losing her completely. So I just stood there, watching her dance with someone else, my heart breaking into a million pieces.

After that night, things changed between us. Dominic made it clear that he didn't approve of me pursuing Astrid. His heir should not be a weak-minded and hopeless romantic. A Silvester does not possess such a thought. And Damien needs to grow into a Silvester’s shoe. So we grew apart. I tried to move on, to date other girls, but no one ever measured up to her. She was always in the back of my mind, haunting me with her beauty and her grace.

I tried to forget about her, to focus on my own life, but she was always there, a constant presence in my thoughts and dreams.

Last week, I met her at the ball, looking just as beautiful as ever. I felt like a teenager again, my heart racing as I approached her. She smiled at me, and it was like the sun had come out after a long, cold winter.

The day I turned 18, everything changed. It was the day my wolf recognized who my mate was. It's like I had known it already, deep down inside me. It was her.

I had been in love with her for as long as I could remember.

I used to watch her from afar, afraid to approach her or even talk to her. But now, everything was different. My wolf had claimed her as mine, and I knew I had to make her mine in every possible way.

But it wasn't going to be easy. It was as if she could read people's minds and know exactly what they were thinking or feeling. It was both fascinating and terrifying at the same time.

I remembered feeling a sharp pain in my chest as soon as I heard the news that Astrid was dating Kayle. I couldn't believe it. I had been waiting for years for my chance with her, and now it seemed like it was slipping away from me.

I tried to push the thought out of my head, but it was impossible. Everywhere I looked, I saw the two of them together, laughing and holding hands. It was like a knife to my heart.

So, I started to distance myself from her. It was hard, and it hurt, but I knew that it was for the best. I couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay, that I was just happy to be her friend.

But even as I tried to move on, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Every time I heard her name, my heart skipped a beat.

My heart sank when I learned that Astrid had spent the night with my other brother. It felt like a dagger was stabbed into my chest, twisting and turning, leaving me breathless. I couldn't comprehend how this could happen. I thought I had a chance with her, but now it seemed like everything was slipping away from me.

I tried to act normal around Astrid, pretending like everything was okay. But every time I saw her with Kayle, it felt like a punch in the gut. I didn't know how to deal with these feelings. I felt angry, jealous, and hurt all at the same time. I couldn't bring myself to talk to her or even look at her without feeling a surge of emotions.

I shuddered as I felt the cold metal of the silver chains biting into my flesh. The searing pain was unbearable, but I couldn't even scream, my voice hoarse from days of shouting and pleading for mercy.

My father had locked me up in this cell, deep within the heart of our pack's territory. The walls were rough, unpolished stone, damp with the musty scent of mold and mildew. The only light came from a single torch, flickering in its sconce high above my head.

I had lost track of how long I had been here, but it felt like an eternity. Every minute was agony, the silver chains burning into my flesh, sapping my strength and will to live.

The chains were hooked into my shoulder blades, pulling me upright and leaving me suspended in mid-air. I couldn't even sit or lie down, and my muscles ached from the constant strain.

The worst part, though, was the silver. My wolf recoiled from it, screaming in agony as it burned through my veins like acid. It was like being trapped in a cage of fire, with no hope of escape.

He chained me up here after my attempt to get mother out of here failed. If I had made my way out successfully, I would haven taken her with me too. He’ll get her on a a cross and hammer with silver stakes if he ever knew who I was in love with.

Then the Riley sneaked into the cell. Funny. We’re no friend of each other at all. There were no reason for us to. But we are binded for a ridiculous reason. She knows. And I know too. Riley Dawnson was in love with Katherina, my betrothed, Katherina Chandler. And she knows mine.

I couldn't believe what Riley was telling me. She, pregnant? And the pack was going to execute her for it? It was madness. My heart raced as I tried to process the news. How could this happen? How could they do this to her?

"They’re marching to the common ground," Riley said urgently, shaking me out of my thoughts. "But your condition- I thought I could ask you for help, but this is-" She stumped as her eyes traced on the silver chains hooked into m y shoulder. “You’re the one who needs help.”

"I know," I replied, my voice hoarse. "Stand back"

"Hold it down and I could try to get it off you" Riley said, frustration in his voice. "No, no no, Damien. No. Don’t. f**k this, stand the f**k back. You’ll get your self killed. I should never come to ask you. Are you insane, Silvester?"

“Those pretty hands of yours will burn the moment you touch it. Stand back.”

The silver chains dug into my shoulder, sending pain through my body. But the pain was nothing compared to what I would feel when they execute Astrid.

With all my might, I pulled against the chains that held me captive. My muscles bulged, and I felt the veins on my neck pulsate with effort. My skin tore under the pressure, and a warm, sticky sensation oozed down my arm. On a more beautiful day, I’ll call it strawberry jam.

But this does hurt. I couldn’t refuse that it does.

The silver chains bit into my flesh, sending waves of pain shooting through my body. I gritted my teeth and growled, my wolf urging me to push through the agony. The chain wouldn’t give in. Then there is one way.

On of these two thing must tear. The chain, or the flesh on my shoulder.

And It might be not too obvious, but the second is the more possible one.

So I did.

“You f*****g maniac, Silvester.” Riley covered her mouth in her panic. But her hand grabbed mine.

With one final, massive effort, Riley and I pulled away from the chains. My flesh tore, and blood spurted from the wounds.

I was free. Well freedom came with the cost of a missing piece of flesh in the shoulder that I assured myself that would heal and grow back later.

We run as fast as we can to the square where the execution is about to take place. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my mind is racing with thoughts of saving her. I can feel my wolf inside me, urging me to run faster, to save our mate.

As we approach the square, we can see the pack members gathered around, waiting for the execution to begin. She is standing in the center, her hands bound, and a look of resignation on her face. I can see the fear in her eyes, and it only fuels my determination.

I can feel the anger and frustration building up inside me as we push through the crowd, trying to get to her. I can hear the whispers of the pack members around us, talking about how she has brought shame to the pack, how she has dishonored our traditions.

I can see the tears streaming down her face, and it breaks my heart. I want to take her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay. Well not exactly these words, I’ll come up with something cheesy but smooth at the same time.

I've loved her for as long as I can remember.

I have been holding back words for my whole life now.

But this time, my words I will not hold back.

“I am the father. I, Damien Alexander Silvester, I am the father of her unborn child.” I took a breath to keep myself on my feet, and once a again spoke. “Astrid Wong is my mate.”