All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Pet: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MarissaI felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest after I left Justin. I grabbed my handbag, knowing I couldn’t stay in the office until I figured out the meaning of his words. I sprinted down the corridor, brushing past a startled employee who barely had time to react. Justin could come rushing after me. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to see his face right now—not with fear eating into my bones.I slammed my hand against the elevator button. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. The numbers blinked above the silver doors: 12, 11, 10.“Come on,” I muttered, blinking back hot tears and clutching the strap of my bag. The doors slid open. I stepped in and pressed for the ground floor.As the elevator began its slow descent, my foot tapped frantically against the floor. The moment the doors opened again, I bolted through the lobby and out of the building. The outside air felt hot and heavy. My legs burned, but I didn’t stop running. I raced past the security unit a

MarissaI woke up with a chill crawling down my spine. Not the kind a blanket could fix, but one that seeped into my bones like a warning that things were going to get worse.Maybe I needed divine intervention. A fortune teller, someone with a crystal ball who could map out the disaster of my life, point at the ruins, and say: Here. Here’s how you fix it.I expected I’d spend the whole night tossing and turning, replaying that humiliating conversation with Justine. But I must have passed out somewhere between crying and hating myself, because the alarm’s beep at 6:30 actually startled me awake.I blinked at my phone. Ten missed calls from Justin, all during work hours. Three from Brian. One message from Hector asking if I was okay.Nothing from Justine.The emptiness of that silence cut deeper than the calls ever could.Had she already told him?Maybe. Maybe not. But it didn’t matter. Today, I was going to tell Justin myself. He had confessed far worse to me: his father’s second famil

JustinI woke to the steady and grating beep of a machine in my skull. A persistent throb pounded in my head, while my mouth tasted of staleness and the metallic tang of blood.The hospital blinds were shut, but a blade of early morning light cut through a gap, stabbing straight into my eyes.My body felt heavy and useless. I hated that feeling. Lying idle had never sat right with me.My gaze landed on the IV line running into my hand.Fuck, no.I didn’t care if it hurt; I just wanted it gone. I wanted to rip it out and reject everything it stood for. I wasn’t going to sit here, hooked up like some invalid.The tremor in my hand betrayed me. My body didn’t feel like mine. My mind screamed at me to act, to take control, but I couldn’t stop thinking.My father.A second family.A bastard son.Kings didn’t do that. We weren’t supposed to allow bastards to exist, much less acknowledge them. And now my father was openly protecting his mistake.The line tugged against my skin as I tried to

MarissaA dull ache pulsed in my chest as the Queen’s arms tightened around me. Her tears dampened my shirt. I froze, my hands hovering uselessly in the air before I forced them to her back.This wasn’t what I expected. I had braced for fury and then rejection when I confessed Justin was my soulmate. Not this. Not her clinging to me. My eyes burned. All those sleepless nights replayed in a rush. The doubt, the endless questions about why Justin couldn’t feel our bond. Useless torment now.The Queen stepped back, trembling as she wiped at her damp cheeks.“Why keep it a secret, my girl?” Her voice cracked, raw from tears. Her gaze searched mine like she could dig the truth out of me. “You could’ve come to me. I would’ve helped you confirm it.”My throat tightened. I shifted my weight, my sneakers scuffing the hospital tiles.“I thought he was cruel. I didn’t know he couldn’t feel it.”Her brows pinched. She swiped at her face, pulling herself together. “When did you know?”“The Werewol

Justin Shock was too small a word.What I felt went beyond that. It was like the universe had picked me up and drop-kicked me into an endless pit. My head pounded. My chest ached. I sat there, staring at nothing, trying to process the bomb Marissa had just dropped on me.Why had she kept it quiet for so long? Why let me flail around like some tragic idiot, oblivious, while she sat there holding the one truth that could have saved me? Was it because of my curse? It had to be. That was why I’d fallen for her, why my attacks had stopped when she touched me. She hadn’t lied. My gut told me that much. But her silence made everything feel like a lie.I wanted to be mad at her, to scream at her, to call her every name in the book. Instead, I sat there, slouched against the wall like some dying plant while the IV dripped its last pathetic drops of whatever they’d pumped into me. This was the most unsteady I had ever felt in my life.The door creaked open. A nurse waddled in, small and round,