The Rogue King's Silver Wolf

Chapter 1: Silver Blood

SERA POV

"I, Thorne Ashford, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you, Sera Blackwood, as my fated mate."

The words hit me like a physical blow, and I stumbled backward on the platform, my hand moving to my chest. Around us, hundreds of wolves from the Silvermoon Pack and neighboring territories gasped in collective shock. The Lunar Blessing ceremony, the sacred night when the Moon Goddess revealed fated mates, had never seen a rejection like this.

Not public, Not immediate, Not cruel.

I stared at Thorne, unable to process what was happening. His hand had just been holding mine. The mate bond had snapped into place only moments ago, that golden thread connecting my soul to his, warm, right and perfect. I'd felt it the second the moon reached its peak, and my heart had soared because after seven years of loving him from the shadows, fate had finally chosen us.

Except Thorne's face looked like he'd swallowed glass.

"Thorne…" I choked out, but he wasn't finished.

"I choose instead Vivian Clearwater, daughter of Council Elder Clearwater, as my mate and Luna of this pack."

A beautiful blonde stepped forward from the crowd, her smile sharp as broken glass. Vivian. Of course it was Vivian. She climbed the platform like she owned it, her designer dress probably costing more than my family made in a year. She took Thorne's hand, the one that had just been holding mine.

The bond between us was already fraying, threads of gold snapping one by one. It felt like being torn apart from the inside, like my chest was caving in.

Around us, the pack erupted. Some cheered, Vivian's supporters, the wolves who cared more about politics than fate. Others murmured in shock. Lanterns hung from ancient oak trees swayed in the sudden commotion, casting chaotic shadows across faces I'd known my whole life, Pity, shock. Someone, I think it was old Mrs. Chen actually looked away.

How had this happened?

Five minutes ago, music had been playing. I'd been standing with my best friend Maya, watching other wolves find their mates, never imagining that when Alpha Thorne's eyes locked on mine across the ceremony ground, it would be because the Moon Goddess had bound us together.

I'd loved him for seven years. Loved him through every girlfriend, every casual hookup, every moment he looked past me like I was invisible. Because I was invisible, just Sera, the Omega-ranked healer's daughter, too weak to even shift properly half the time.

And now he was rejecting me in front of everyone.

"Accept it," Thorne commanded, and his voice was arctic. His eyes, molten amber, the color I'd dreamed about were hard as stone. "Accept the rejection, Sera."

I should have. Every instinct screamed at me to speak the words that would sever the bond cleanly, that would let me walk away with whatever dignity I had left.

But I couldn't move, Couldn't breathe. The pain in my chest was expanding, growing hotter and hotter until…

Something inside me snapped.

It felt like a dam breaking, like floodgates opening after being locked for centuries. Power, raw, ancient and furious surged through my veins. My skin began to glow, soft silver light emanating from my hands, my arms, spreading across my entire body.

Thorne jerked backward, his eyes widening. "What…."

My wolf rose up inside me, but it wasn't the weak, submissive creature I'd always known. This wolf was massive, primal, made of moonlight and rage. When I opened my mouth to scream, my voice came out layered with power that made every wolf in the clearing drop to their knees.

Every wolf except Thorne, who stood frozen, staring at me like he'd seen a ghost.

Vivian collapsed beside him, her hands pressed to her ears.

"Impossible," someone whispered from the crowd. "Silver Blood…"

The silver light exploded outward in a wave, and I heard glass shattering, heard wolves crying out. The mate bond between Thorne and me didn't just fray, it shattered, sending shockwaves through the pack link that made wolves howl in pain.

Terror flooded through me. What was happening? What was I?

And then I was running.

I leaped off the platform, my body moving faster than it ever had before. Trees blurred past me. Wolves shouted my name, Maya's voice, my father's, even Thorne's but I didn't stop, couldn't stop, my chest heaving as silver tears streaked down my face.

I ran past the pack house, past the training grounds, past the borders I was taught never to cross. I ran until the pack lands ended, until I crossed into the forbidden zone between territories, the lawless area where rogues ruled and pack wolves wouldn't dare enter. My legs gave out and I collapsed in the dirt, my whole body shaking with power I didn't understand and pain I couldn't escape.

My chest burned where the bond had been. Even shattered, I could still feel the jagged edges of it, like broken glass lodged in my heart. And underneath that pain was something else, something silver, ancient and utterly terrifying.

What had that wolf said? Silver Blood?

I'd heard the term before, in old stories my grandmother used to tell. Legends about wolves who could challenge Alphas, who were hunted to extinction centuries ago because they were too powerful, too dangerous.

But those were just stories.

Weren't they?

That's when I heard the slow clap.

My head snapped up. A man leaned against a tree about twenty feet away, watching me with dark, assessing eyes. He was tall and dangerous-looking, with black hair tied back and scars crossing his throat. He wore leather and weapons, knives strapped to his thighs, a sword across his back and when he smiled, it was all teeth.

"Well, well," he said, pushing off the tree and stalking toward me like a predator. "What do we have here? A little Silver Blood, all alone in the big bad woods."

I tried to scramble backward, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The power that had exploded out of me had left me drained, shaking, vulnerable.

The man crouched down in front of me, tilting his head. Up close, I could see his eyes were a deep, midnight blue almost black. There was something predatory about him, something that made my wolf both wary and strangely intrigued.

"You have no idea what you are, do you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Stay away from me," I managed, but my voice came out weak.

He laughed, and the sound sent shivers down my spine, not entirely from fear. "Relax, little wolf. I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes glinted in the darkness, and I caught the faint scent of smoke and whiskey. "I'm Kade. And you and I are going to be very good friends."

"I don't…." I started, but then his hand shot out.

The world went black.