All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Pet: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MarissaJustine was about to drop me off when the sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of us look up.Justin emerged, shirtless, in nothing but a pair of khaki shorts that hung low on his hips, and I swear—my soul flatlined. His lean muscles flexed with each step like he was handcrafted in a lab and then cursed with that careless kind of beauty that didn’t even try. He glanced up and caught me staring, and I had to blink and look away before I publicly embarrassed myself.Justine squinted at him. “Shouldn’t you be... lying down or something? I thought you were half-dead earlier.”“I’m fine now,” he said, with a casual shrug. He pulled a white T-shirt over his head, the fabric clinging briefly to the ridges of his abdomen before falling into place. “Let me drop her off. I need to pick something up anyway. It’s on the way.”Justine looked between the two of us, clearly confused—and maybe a little annoyed. “It’s fine. I'll drop her off.”“I’ll take her,” he said simply, jingling h

JustinThe cancer of hate was growing inside me. My blood boiled with the need for revenge.Sean would be his own undoing, but I was more than willing to help. His endless provocations burned holes through my self-control. He had shown me, time and again, that he would never stand by my side. And when I became king, he would be the first to go.I was still seething when I heard Marissa’s calm voice followed by Sean’s grating laughter. The sound made my jaw clench.I hated that my protective instinct toward Marissa had grown into something more possessive. But I couldn't stop it.I moved to the doorway and leaned against the frame, keeping myself hidden from their view.She was handling him beautifully.I watched, silent and struck, as she shredded him with nothing more than her wit. She was defending me and humbling him with such effortless grace, it stole the breath from my lungs. Sean tried to assert himself, maybe hoping his ego would do the work for him, but he was unraveling with

JustinMy patience was wearing thin as I waited for Justine to return from the club. It was already past 10:30 in the morning. When I got home last night, the housekeeper said she’d been gone for hours.I sat in the upstairs living area, my gaze drifting to the gift box on the table beside me. Justine wasn’t the type to be won over by flashy gestures, but I knew her well enough to pick out things she couldn’t resist. Inside the box was a pair of designer sunglasses she’d been eyeing, a high-end headset for her DJ sets, and a handwritten apology note. I wasn’t sure if she'd appreciate the last one, but I’d written it anyway.It was rare for me to admit I was wrong. But she was my twin and one of the few people who had always loved me unconditionally. And now, thanks to my own reckless choices, I had hurt her. I didn’t have a lot of people in my corner. I wasn’t about to let pride destroy the one person who truly got me.Just as I was about to give up, I heard her voice downstairs, givi

MarissaThe commotion around me grew louder as people inched forward to see what was happening. My anger and rage at Alan had swallowed whatever shame I was supposed to feel, seeing myself in the middle of this craziness."What did you do to her, Linda?" the girl who was confronting me because of my alleged relationship with Hector cried out, while trying to help me out of the pool. I felt pain in the part that was hurting me."I didn’t do anything," the bastard said, not even trying to hide his arrogance. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. "She was the one who came on to me."I wasn’t even surprised. Alan had no shred of shame or dignity in him."She’s still bitter because I chose peace and a wife I love over her. She feels she’s special, being the alpha’s daughter, that no one can dump her."Some of the onlookers, especially his gender, were already on his side; some looked skeptical. I searched around for Hector with my eyes so he could see the animal he called a frien

JustinThe early morning was silent, and the sound of my feet hitting the ground felt solid. I had just woken up from a nightmare—the same one as always: I was in darkness, with shadows that stretched like claws and a creature with a long head and a whip-like tongue that laughed at me.It was not a normal laugh. It opened up every fear I had and made my bones shake. Its dying words whispered that my blood was its prize and that once it tasted it, it would never stop.I put my AirPods in and ran without stopping.At least my wolf wasn't screaming in pain this morning.I hadn't felt any pain for days, which was a good thing. A hopeful part of me wondered if the wolf was actually getting better or if a special healer had finally found a cure. I would do anything to keep my curse hidden, to keep what was left of my sanity.But hope was useless. It dangled a light in front of me, promised to save me, and then burned me with nothing but smoke. It was better to be realistic.By the third lap