Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Broken Pet: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

MarissaI couldn’t stop the heaviness that settled inside me. My chest hurt, and breathing felt like a fight I kept losing.No matter how hard I tried to pull myself together, I just couldn't.Justin’s rage had cut me open. I kept telling myself it was temporary and that his anger would burn itself out. His disappointment crushed me, each word making it harder to breathe.Queen Mallory and Justine had tried to comfort me after I left the hospital, blotchy-faced and crying. They called later, taking turns like a grief hotline tag team.“Please, honey, give him time,” the queen said calmly. “A week at most. He will calm down and see your side.”Justine had put her on speaker so the three of us could talk.“He feels blindsided,” she said. “Your bond wasn't just news to him. It turned everything he thought he understood upside down.”“He made me feel like a lying fraud,” I said, my voice wobbling, “when all I did was try to explain.”“Don’t let that sink too deep,” Justine said quickly. “

MarissaJustin lashed the tip of my nipple with his tongue, making them hard as sharp dagger points."You're something else, aren't you?" I said as he towered over me, breathing heavily. My back hit the wall of his bedroom with a soft thud. I gasped, part surprised and part excited by his fierceness."Tell me what you want," he said as my nails traced circles on his skin. "Your wish is my command.""I have everything I need," I whispered in his ear. I was already wet for him, his hard cock pressing against my abdomen. It made me feel powerful, loved, and desperately wanted.He moaned into my mouth as my lips traveled from the top of his head down to the back of his neck, nibbling at tender spots that sent electric shocks through his body.His voice deepened, rich with desire. "You like it when I kiss your perfect skin," he murmured. "I wonder what would happen if I trailed my kisses up to those delicious collarbones and claimed your gorgeous neck."I gasped. "Not yet."He chuckled, te

FLASHBACK “I suppose it’s time to face the vultures,” I said quietly, staring at my reflection as Alexander zipped my dress. My fingers fussed with my hair, forcing each rebellious strand into place until my hands stopped shaking.“You know I’ll always be by your side, my love,” Alexander said softly, his breath close to my ear.A weak smile tugged at my lips. “I know.”The marriage ahead loomed between us like a wall neither of us knew how to climb.“Don’t let him touch you,” he said firmly, as if reading my mind.The words sliced through the air. I looked away instead of letting him see how his words gutted me.“It isn’t simple,” I said.Alexander’s eyes shut tight, then snapped open again, furious.“I can’t stand the thought of him touching you. Do you realize what it would do to me? To be awake, knowing he’s touching you, while I’m left here powerless? I would lose my mind.”My muscles went rigid.If I let Alaric touch me and failed to conceive right away, we would have to keep

FLASHBACK Norma’s POVThe hall was alive with laughter, cheers, and music, and I hated every sound of it.The sunrise of happiness over my packmates only deepened my bitterness.Servants rushed around carrying endless trays of food and wine. Everyone was dressed in vibrant fabrics. The hall glittered like a jewel box, but to me, it reeked of betrayal.Alaric stood at the center of it all.My Alaric.Now he was dancing with his bride, Queen Mallory.Or, as I preferred to call her, the spoiled bitch Mallory.I clenched my fists so hard my nails bit into my palms, grounding myself before I lost control right there in front of everyone.One wrong move and my rage would explode, splattering across this perfect little party.Alaric twirled Mallory gracefully, his hand firm at her waist. His mother, Gwen, and his triplet sisters—Bella, Brielle, and Blair—stood nearby, smiling openly with no hint of discomfort.Their bright smiles mocked me. Hadn't they always sworn I was family too?The wh

MalloryOn our wedding night, I stood in the doorway, staring at the untouched bed. This used to be my father's room. I'd ripped out his furniture, painted over his colors but the place still smelled like him.Maybe it was the fact that he died here, or maybe it was Alaric himself. Either way, I couldn’t imagine him touching me.Laughter and music floated up from the hall below. He was still down there, laughing with his pack, probably halfway through another bottle of wine.The last thing I wanted was for him to come upstairs, drunk and demand his husbandly rights.I locked the main door. The chambers had three rooms and a private sitting area, but I sealed every entry before retreating to the farthest chamber. My wedding dress felt like armor.I dropped to the floor, skirts pooling around me, my legs too shaky to keep standing.So this was marriage—giving up pieces of myself while everyone else celebrated.A knock came, soft at first, then firmer.“Mallory,” Alaric’s voice, low but