Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Broken Mate : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Rain lashed against the boardroom windows of Wolfe Industries as I smoothed my skirt, fighting to keep my cool. It was the scent that hit me first - James's expensive cologne mingling with something chemical, foreign. Wrong. Since my mating with Callum had improved my senses, I'd learned to trust my nose. Something was very wrong with my exhusband."Let's get started on the quarterly review," I said, my voice steady even though my heart was racing. Ten board members shuffled papers, checked their phones, completely oblivious to the predator sitting among them. James sat directly across from me, his perfectly pressed suit a stark contrast to the slight tremor in his hands."Before we get started," James interrupted, "I'd like to address the recent. irregularities in our R&D spending."My fingers tightened into fists around my tablet. "That's not on today's agenda.""I'm adding it to the agenda." James's smile wasn't reaching his eyes. "You've certainly been busy, haven't you, Olivia, s

The sound of rain lashing against the glass walls echoed around Wolfe Industries' crisis command center. I pressed my fingers against the cold surface, watching James tear through another crowded street on the wall of monitors before me. My ex-husband, now a feral creature of my nightmares."Olivia, we have another sighting." Fiona's voice cracked through my thoughts. Her fingers flew across keyboards, coordinating with local authorities. "He's heading toward Covent Garden.""Show me." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. A new feed flickered to life; James was shown throwing a black cab through a shopfront. The beast he'd become moved with impossible grace, muscles rippling beneath matted fur. Every violent act was a personal accusation."This isn't your fault," Fiona said, reading my mind."Isn't it?" I turned to her. "If I hadn't let him kiss me that night—""The rival pack would have found another way to hurt Callum." Fiona's green eyes flashed. "They've been waiting for a

Chapter 87: Legacy of the MoonMy hands were shaking as I looked at the parish records laid out before me on the British Library's wooden table. Something was not quite right. The dates, the lunar cycles, the deaths-they formed a pattern that I couldn't ignore."Three violent deaths, same full moon, 1847," I whispered, my fingernails elongating somewhat with the realization. "All from my mother's bloodline.""Fascinating discovery, isn't it?I jerked my head up at the now-familiar voice. Amelia Warren stood behind me, her presence immediately putting my nerves on edge."What do you want?" I kept my voice low, conscious of the other researchers nearby."Oh, I'm just admiring your. detective work." Her perfectly manicured finger traced the edge of one document. "Though you might want to look deeper into the Blackwood line. Your grandmother left quite a trail."Before I could say a word, my phone buzzed. Callum's name flashed across the screen."We need to talk," he said, not wasting wor

Chapter 89: ConvergencePain rips through my body as another wave of silver fire courses beneath my skin. Through blurred vision, I catch my reflection in the penthouse window – ethereal symbols pulse across my arms in an ancient script I shouldn't understand but somehow do. My fingertips trace the glowing marks, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my nerve endings."She's burning up." Marcus's worried voice sounds like it comes from afar. "The Proto-Lycian markings are spreading at a speed I have never seen. At this rate.""At what rate?" I demand in my hoarse voice. "Tell me what's happening to me!"The pack healer gives a glance at his assistant. "The ancient bloodlines stir within you. But the blend of First Born and witch ancestry-it's unprecedented."I try to focus on the London skyline beyond the glass, but my enhanced senses are going haywire. The heartbeat of the city pounds in my ears-thousands of footsteps, whispered conversations, and. something else. A primal

I quaked and replayed for the third time the recorded shot from surveillance cameras. Amelia's secret facility gleamed on screen in all clinical white and beige, and then he appeared-the figure of James meticulously recording how captured werewolves struggled and writhed through transformation."Olivia." Callum's voice held concern tight as he stood a step behind. "You really don't want to go over this again.""I do." It cut deeper than James's infidelity ever had. "He's working with Amelia to develop a 'cure' that's nothing but torture.""We have enough evidence." Callum's hand settled on my shoulder. "The pack alphas are waiting."Turning from the screen, I met his amber gaze. "How many did they experiment on?""Too many." His jaw clenched. "But we'll end this. Tonight."It was already chaotic when we entered. Five London alphas prowled the marble conference room, centuries of rivalry crackling between them."This is a waste of time," Marcus snarled, his massive frame towering over