All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Pet: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Twenty-four years later A/N: We’re moving into the second generation — new faces, new drama, same heart.The story continues, but the torch has passed.Don’t worry, the ones you love haven’t disappeared; they’re still part of this world, guiding (and sometimes haunting) the next wave.So sit back, breathe deep, and get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions. This ride’s just getting started.Blurb Vanessa doesn’t have a wolf — just bad luck, a cheating ex, and a family who treats her like a mistake.Then three Lycan princes show up and claim she’s their mate.Too bad she’s not interested in being anyone’s destiny.But the deeper she runs from them, the closer she gets to the secret that could upend their entire world — and her own.The card around Vanessa's neck called her a student of the Shifters Academy. The wolf she didn’t have made her a liar.Still, she smiled and joined the new intakes. Tonight, she would not worry. She would pretend. She would get past this.Her boyfriend, Ja

Wesley crouched beside Vanessa, startled she had fainted, wondering if the shock had overwhelmed her. Tears clung to her lashes as Brad held her carefully in his arms.Despite his attempts to revive her, Wesley’s wolf roared with pure rage. The beast hated that Brad touched their mate. Hated that she denied the bond.The thought of sharing something so sacred with his arrogant, condescending brother made Wesley’s blood burn. He would rather tear out his own heart than let Brad win. Not this time.Brad cradled her while Troy fanned her with his jacket. Wesley splashed the last of the water onto her face, but her lashes didn’t flutter.“Get more water,” Brad snapped, flicking his fingers at Troy. Troy’s silent glare could have killed. Wesley spotted the girl’s student ID pinned near her shoulder. Brad tried to swipe it, but Wesley shoved him aside like vermin and grabbed it.Vanessa Sullivan. Student. Twenty years old. Just like him.He couldn’t understand her fear and rejection. The th

Vanessa’s eyes snapped open. The unfamiliar white ceiling loomed over her. Her hands fumbled at the sheets.“Where am I?”She pushed herself upright and scanned the empty room.A sharp jolt of memory hit her as the fluorescent lights buzzed above. She had collapsed in front of the princes like a fool.Holy shit.She was in the academy clinic. She couldn’t even handle one damn evening without losing control. She shoved herself upright, hating that she had to be here. It only made her feel weaker.The clock on the wall ticked. Vanessa groaned when she saw the time: midnight.Heat rose to her cheeks at the thought of those regal princes fighting for her, and a bitter laugh escaped her lips. She refused to let herself imagine how confused they must have been.A soft knock came at the door, followed by a calm voice. “Are you awake, my girl? Need anything?”Vanessa turned to see a nurse with a kind smile.“I’m fine,” she said flatly, pulling the blanket tighter around her.The nurse stepped

The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was wetness on my pillow. Then the pounding in my head.I’d been crying in my sleep again.It wasn't even shocking anymore. I was tired. Tired of feeling broken. Tired of Brad taking up space in my mind.It was getting embarrassing. But I couldn’t seem to stop.It seemed ironic that I used to roll my eyes at women who claimed heartbreak had driven them to the edge of madness, thinking they were just being dramatic.“Wear your big girl pants and move the fuck on,” I’d once lectured my heartbroken sister. “Dicks are like buses. There’s always another one coming along. So why get hung up on the one that just left the station?”The universe must have taken offense at my arrogance. Because when Brad and I broke up, the blow shattered my pride and cracked something deep inside me.The cruel pain felt like a dagger driven straight into my chest, reminding me that I was not immune to heartbreak.Brad didn’t even break up with me properly. He ghost

ChandlerGrateful that the day was finally over, I made my way to the parking lot of Helen Joseph Hospital. My body ached from the job’s physical toll, a deep yawn escaped my lips, and my eyes burned with the fatigue of another relentless shift.It had been a day like any other in the hospital—an endless stream of patients, high-stakes decisions, and the emotional strain of navigating life and death.All I could think about was sinking into a hot bath, feeling the warmth ease the tension in my muscles, and letting out a long, tired sigh.Despite the exhaustion, despite the stress, I couldn’t deny that I loved my work. I lived for the adrenaline rush when a critical patient arrived, the quiet joy when a treatment plan clicked into place, and those rare, intimate moments of connection with patients that reminded me why I’d chosen this path.Many of my colleagues were eager to leave the country, chasing better opportunities abroad. I understood the appeal. They were worn down by the unde