All Chapters of Too Broken To Be Loved : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The office feels too damn quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet—this is the heavy, suffocating kind that settles over a room when everyone is thinking too much and saying too little. The four of us are still seated exactly where we were after the argument fizzled out: Oakley still sitting next to Kieara, posture stiff but calm; Lenox still standing behind Kieara like he’s trying to pretend he’s not invested; and Kieara across from me, spine straight, hands clasped tightly in her lap.She looks composed. But the bond tells me otherwise.Her emotions brush against me like faint static—uncertainty, tension, a flicker of fear she’s trying to bury. I don’t reach for it. I don’t push. I just sit with it, letting her have her privacy even if the bond makes that nearly impossible.I clear my throat, breaking the silence. “We need to talk about the move.”Kieara’s eyes lift to mine, guarded but steady. “So, talk.”Oakley shoots her a quick, worried glance, but she doesn’t notice. Lenox r

The apartment feels too still.Not quiet — still. Like the air itself is holding its breath. My wolf paces under my skin, restless, uneasy, sensing the shift in my emotions even before I fully understand them myself. Wolves don’t like change. Wolves don’t like uncertainty. And right now, I’m drowning in both.Oakley moves around the room behind me, his magic humming faintly in the air. It’s subtle, like a soft vibration against my senses, but my wolf notices it instantly. She always notices him. Not in a threatening way — more like she’s aware of him the way she’s aware of fire. Dangerous, but warm. Something to respect, not fear.He stands in the doorway of my room, watching me shove clothes into a duffel bag with far more force than necessary. “You don’t have to rush,” he says gently.“I’m not rushing.”My wolf snorts at the lie.Oakley steps inside, picking up a shirt I tossed aside and folding it neatly. His magic flickers around his fingers — a faint shimmer, like dust catc

The road home is familiar—every bend, every stretch of trees, every patch of sunlight flickering through the branches. I’ve driven it more times than I can count, but today it feels different. Not bad. Just… heavier. Like the air knows something important is happening.I keep one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against my thigh. Not out of impatience—just habit. The forest is quiet, calm, and the steady hum of the engine gives me too much time to think.I glance in the rearview mirror. I can’t see Colton’s SUV clearly, but I know he’s back there. I can feel the tension rolling off him even from this distance. He’s trying to keep it together, trying to be the calm, collected Alpha he always is, but I know him too well.He’s worried. Not about the pack. Not about the logistics. About her.Kieara.She’s… something else. Strong, guarded, sharp around the edges but not brittle. The kind of person who stands her ground even when the world tries to shove her into a corner.

The SUV goes quiet the moment Colton turns off the engine.Not silent — quiet. The kind of quiet that feels like the world is holding its breath, waiting to see what happens next.My wolf is pressed right against my skin now, ears forward, tail low but steady. She’s not afraid. She’s alert. Focused. Ready.Oakley moves first.He always does.Before I can even reach for the door handle, he’s already unbuckled, already pushing the door open. The cool air rushes in, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and wolves. A lot of wolves.My wolf stiffens, but Oakley steps out like he’s walking into a library instead of pack territory. Calm. Controlled. His magic hums faintly around him — warm, steady, protective. It rolls off him in soft waves, brushing against my senses like a hand on my shoulder.He’s not doing it on purpose. He’s just… Oakley.He closes the door behind him and circles around the SUV, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. He doesn’t look nervous. He doesn’t look int

The hallway stretches ahead of us, long and warm and filled with the scent of wolves. Not just one or two—dozens. Maybe more. Every breath I take is layered with unfamiliar signatures: dominance, youth, curiosity, irritation, amusement. My wolf sorts through them instinctively, cataloging each one, deciding which are threats and which are simply… present.Oakley walks close enough that his arm brushes mine every few steps. His magic hums in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat I can feel through the air. It keeps my wolf from bristling too hard, keeps her from pushing forward or retreating. She’s alert, but she’s not panicking.Colton leads us down the hall, his steps confident but not rushed. He’s not trying to impress me. He’s not trying to intimidate me. He’s just… being Alpha. And somehow, that’s worse. Because it’s real. Because it’s not a performance.Lenox trails behind us, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. But I can feel his attention sweeping the hall, catching every mov