Blood And Silver Rise of the Alpha's Rejected Mate novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 

AURORA 

“But know this: the grove will not forgive hesitation.” 

Kael steps closer, the silver,blue luminosity of his being like an 

aura. 

His ghostly form shines a little, as if he were stuck between realms. 

The weight of so much sorrow and power hums the air around him, weighing upon my chest. 

“You wear the clothes of my failure,” he says in a voice low and full of repentance. 

“Perhaps I can make amends.” 

His presence is overwhelming, commanding, yet filled with sadness. 

I feel Dane shift beside me; the tension in him is palpable. 

“What do you mean, atone?” I ask, the steadiness of my voice showing the whirlwind in my stomach. 

Kael’s golden eyes lock onto mine. “Let me explain.” 

I wrap my arms around myself, to steady myself,and to shield from the signs of emotions his words stir. 

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Kael winces; his form shakes, ever so slightly. 

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“When I first tried to restore the grove, I acted out of fear and pride. 

My intent was poisoned, and my sacrifice was partial. 

The grove punished me for failing and bound my spirit here to witness the suffering I had inflicted. 

He steps closer to him, and his eyes soften; the towering form almost in the middle of the tree. 

“I have tried for centuries, have watched the pack pay for my arrogance. I failed them. I failed you.” 

The pulse, like a glow out of the heartbeat, accelerates its pulsations inside the heart as if the clinching roots of trees in this place get tighter and their actions suddenly wild. 

“So, now what?” I say, my tone rising in frustration. 

“You think showing up now changes anything? That I’ll just trust you to make it right?” 

Kael’s face doesn’t waver. “I know I don’t deserve your trust,” he 

says. 

“But the grove does. It chose you because you can succeed where I failed.” 

“And if I do this?” I press. “What happens to me?” 

Kael’s gold eyes cloud for a moment, and his voice carries 

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“You would meet the same destiny I so far have faced which is an eternity enslaved to the grove, your life and essence being one with it to keep its balance.” 

He takes one step forward, pushing himself between Kael and 

1. me. 

“And we’re supposed to take your word for that?” he growls. 

“Centuries to repair the damage and now you want to play hero? 

Kael’s head cants a little to the side; the words fall out measured 

to restrain his nature. “Your distrust is due.” 

“My presence is as much a test as it is offer. The grove is a reservoir, answering intent to faith,” He continued. 

Aurora needs to come to one of two determinations, for rejection. or acceptance. 

The earth around us heaves violently, this clearing becoming less stable by the second. 

The glow coming from the heart brightens, casting long fluid. shadows that seem to twist and turn like living things. 

I turn to Dane, his jaw clenched in anger and concern, before. looking to Kael, his ghostly form radiating sorrow and hope in equal measure. 

The weight of the grove’s fate, and my own threatens to buckle my shoulders. 

“I can’t just… leave this,” I say, my voice breaking. 

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“If I walk away, the grove dies. The pack suffers. All of this…” 

I gesture at the chaos around us, “it means nothing.” 

Dane reaches for my hand, his grip firm. “You’re not walking 

away. 

But you don’t have to do this alone. There has to be another 

way.” 

Kael’s eyes soften. “If there were another way, child, I would have found it long ago.” 

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The roots moved tighter, their dark branches inched further in toward the glowing heart. 

The building energy inside the grove makes the air thick.. 

Kael extends his hand toward me, golden eyes pleading with me. 

“Let me finish this. Spare yourself the burden I’ve carried for so long.” 

I hesitate, my hand wavering in the air between his outstretched palm and the pulsating heart of the grove. 

The pendant at my chest dances weakly, its light dimming as if it too were indecisive. 

The whispers return now, louder, insistent, and the voices blend into a cacophony that drowns my thoughts. 

Just as my hand reaches the heart, the ground beneath my feet gives way to a gaping crack. 

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The movement of shadows at its bottom seems to claw upwards, hungry and alive. 

Dane yanks me back, his clutch on my arm tightens while he stumbles backward, pulling me from the edge. 

A surge of dark energy pulsed through the shadows in it, sending a shiver down my spine. 

The voice is ancient, deep, and guttural, from the abyss. 

“Choose wisely, child,” it growls; each word rumbles through the