All Chapters of Fractured Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kieran’s POVYeah, her voice just playing in his head. Wouldn’t shut up, honestly.Not in the way memories echo. It was sharper. Present. Like a hook caught beneath his skin.Kieran, please...The plea had haunted him since the moment she fled the celebration — the moment he’d spoken the words that broke them both."I reject you, Evangeline Blackwood."He'd felt it. The severing of the mate bond. Like tearing his own soul in half. But it had to be done. His father — the Alpha — had made it clear. Evangeline wasn’t Luna material. Too soft. Too unknown. Her dormant wolf a liability.And then the rumors started.Whispers of a red wolf spotted deep in the northern woods. A rogue encampment. A girl with silver eyes and hair like wildfire.His mate.Or what used to be.He gripped the edge of the war table so hard.“She’s alive,” his Beta said quietly.“And running with rogues,” Kieran snapped. “That’s not alive. That’s betrayal.”“She was rejected.”The reminder stung. He turned sharply. “S

Jesus, it was cold. Not the cute, “let’s wear flannel and drink cocoa” kind of cold—nah, this was bone-deep, soul-sucking cold. Most people were already asleep in their tents while others were tending to bruises around the firelight. And the sky? Just showing off. Stars everywhere, sharp enough to slice you open if you looked too hard.Evangeline wasn’t about to sleep. Not happening. Not after that trainwreck in the sparring ring. Her fingers still sparked with leftover magic, tingling like she’d stuck them in a damn socket. Lying down? Yeah, not in the cards. So she wandered. Where? Didn’t matter. Her boots just carried her past the tents, out to where the pines huddled together like a bunch of old biddies gossiping at bingo night.Obviously, there’s a clearing. All dramatic, moonlight pouring down like it’s auditioning for a soap opera. And—what do you know—Silas, parked dead center. Like he was expecting her. Because, of course.He didn’t bother to turn. Just tossed out, “Knew you’

Ever gotten that feeling when you step into a room and you just know people were talking about you some minutes ago? Yeah, camp’s basically that right now, but cranked up to eleven. Luna’s name is everywhere—like some folks are praying to her and others are hoping she’s just a bad dream. Can’t really blame them, honestly. The prophecy isn’t some spooky story to scare kids anymore; it’s more like... that moment before lightning hits. Everyone’s just waiting to see who gets fried. And Ariella? She’s clocking every move. Of course she is—she’s Ariella.One night, Evangeline catches Ariella’s glare across the fire. Not your friendly neighborhood smile, either—nope. It’s full-on “come at me” energy. Evangeline’s all twitchy nerves and wild eyes, and Ariella’s standing there, cool as a glacier, but with this vibe that could burn a hole through metal. The kind of person who acts like nothing can touch her, which, honestly, just makes Evangeline feel like she’s wandering through a funhouse mi

Camp woke up in slow motion, everyone dragging around like hungover zombies. Sunlight was doing that thing where it slaps weird patches across the ground, not really helping anybody see straight. Evangeline hung back, lurking at the edge, eyes fixed on where the trees got all dramatic and crashed into the sky. Stomach a mess—she couldn’t shake the jitters, that sense something was just... off.Everyone was buzzing—well, more like full-blown reality show drama, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Red wolf this, mysterious threats that, like gossip was gonna save them. But none of that was what kept her up. Nope. It was those cries she’d heard, needling through her dreams until she finally gave in.A kid. Always a kid, isn’t it?She’d snuck into the woods, not giving a damn about branches tearing at her skin or the kinda cold that gets into your bones. The crying came at her, sharp and desperate. Made her heart hurt, honestly.“Please…” Little voice, barely hanging together.S

Okay, let’s be real—the woods were tense. Like, you could practically taste it in the air, every branch and leaf waiting for something gnarly to explode. Evangeline hunkered behind this ancient oak—bark all rough and scratchy against her palms, but whatever, nerves kinda overrode the pain. Her eyes jumped from one shifting shadow to another, brain on overdrive. Hann, Silas, Ariella, and a couple other ride-or-die scouts—these people knew how to blend in. Like, blink and you’d miss ‘em.On paper? Easy gig. Sneak in, yank their lost scouts out, bail before the MoonClaws showed up and did something… well, MoonClaw-ish. If you’ve ever met one, you know what I mean. Not exactly the kind of folks you invite to dinner unless you want the table flipped and your jaw broken for dessert. And yet, here they all were, stuck in it deep.Evangeline’s pulse was doing that wild drum solo against her ribs. She wasn’t the rabbit anymore. Now, she was the wolf—leader, shot-caller, the one with everyone l