All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Pet: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I knocked on the heavy walnut door of Justin's office. When no answer came, I pushed it open and stepped inside. He did not look up from his laptop, and his fingers flew across the keyboard with a focused intensity. The man was completely lost in his work, but the bond between us did not care about his concentration. It sizzled in the air, oozing directly from him. I felt a familiar heat coil low in my stomach and tried to force it down. I would not let this arrogant Lycan see me flustered.“Close the door,” he commanded, his eyes still fixed on the screen.The lock clicked shut behind me. I walked forward, my heels sinking into the thick carpet. I stopped at an unspoken boundary near his desk where the pattern of the rug changed. Only then did he lift his head. His eyes moved over me, staring at my shoes and pausing a little too long on the nylon of my tights before traveling up the length of my body with an insulting slowness. His gaze swept over my chest and lingered on my lips b

Justin Marissa’s grape-scented cologne still hung in the air, a subtle reminder of how close I had come to making a crazy mistake. Even after I had dragged my crazy twin sister into my office and shut the door, I could still smell it on the air currents. I was deeply relieved that I hadn't slept with Marissa, because that would have complicated things beyond any hope of repair. Now I had to make a conscious effort to stay away from her and keep everything between us strictly professional despite being far too tempting. Getting involved with her, even for one night, would have broken Justine’s heart. And Wendy would find out somehow. She always did. Then she would make Marissa’s life an absolute hell.“What’s this craziness about?” I asked, rubbing my temples. I could already feel a headache forming behind my eyes, because my sister had a way of dragging chaos in behind her wherever she went.She waved off my glare and bounced farther into the room, her eyes lit up as if she were ho

MarissaI could not get over Justine’s bizarreness. She'd cornered me outside her brother’s office, claiming she felt a bond with me.What fucking bond?I slammed my palm against my desk, but the sound didn’t do a damn thing for the fire chewing through my brain.“Okay, Marissa, think,” I muttered, forcing a breath. “Logic. Facts.”Fact one: I was straight. Straight as a ruler. Straight as a Euclidean line. My godawful history with men was enough to prove that. So Justine, however charming or intense or confusing she was, felt a bond with me? That wasn’t possible. Unless these so-called bonds were just one-sided delusions.I typed into my browser: One-sided mate bond.A slew of forum posts popped up. Mostly teenagers convinced their brooding math teacher or some half-shifted barista was their fated mate. None of it made sense. I felt a bond with my mate—who was currently pretending I was just the girl who fetched his coffee. Meanwhile, his sister, a woman I was definitely not attract

JustinAnger was too tame a word for what boiled through my veins. It was violent and feral. And Sean, that smirking bastard, was riding it like a wave he thought he controlled. He wanted me to snap, to give him a scene, to hand him more proof I was unstable.My fist throbbed from the crack of my knuckle against his jaw. It was a satisfying sound, but nowhere near enough. Not after years of his snide little remarks, his constant undermining, the way he slithered toward power that didn’t belong to him. A split lip didn’t even begin to cover it. I wanted to feel something break.I lunged again, ignoring the pain on my knuckles. My fist slammed into his ribs, and finally, the smug fell away. His face twisted with something real. He struck back, a hard blow to my gut that knocked the wind out of me, leaving my vision dancing. I flared up, ready to tear into him—But Marissa darted in between us.“Justin, stop! Please! Don't do this!”She was terrified. I saw it in her eyes before I even r

The bus wheezed to a stop like it had lungs full of gravel, right by the rust-crusted sign for the Central District. The doors shuddered open. My feet hit the pavement, already pulsing with the heat from the concrete, and I didn’t even have time to blink before I saw my brother.Brian was leaning on the hood of his grey car. Sleeves rolled up, sunglasses on, grinning.“Look who finally crawled out from behind the Lycan walls,” he said, his arms spread.My face crashed into his chest and I peppered his jaw with kisses just to be annoying. He grimaced, grabbed my head like he was about to dunk it in a sink, and groaned dramatically.“Okay, psycho, you trying to moisturize my beard with spit now?”“Hello to you too, little brother.”He scoffed and snatched me clean off the ground. My feet dangled in the air like I was five again.“I’ll show you how ‘little’ I am.”“Put me down, you overgrown puppy,” I shouted, swatting his shoulder hard enough to make his keys jingle.He finally dropped