All Chapters of The Alpha’s Broken Seal: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"People you used to know? Elena, that's a bit harsh! Damon was your Alpha!" Isabella's voice turned shrill."An ex is an ex," I repeated calmly. "Now, they're just people."Sera’s eyes flicked between them, understanding dawning. "I see." She gave them a polite, dismissive nod."You must be the female Alpha from Crescent Moon," Isabella said, looking Sera up and down with undisguised disdain. "I hear your pack is... boutique. Small and insignificant."The air didn't just crackle; it fractured. A wave of cold, sharp power rolled off Sera—the pure, undisputed dominance of a true Alpha. If there was one thing she never tolerated, it was another wolf questioning her strength.Isabella's face went white, her body trembling. As an Omega, she was instinctively terrified by the presence of a true, dominant Alpha.Sensing her distress, Damon retaliated, unleashing his own Alpha aura. It was a brutish, heavy wave of pressure designed to dominate. The two forces collided in a silent, brutal

A few days later, my private investigator called."Ms. Martinez, that background check you requested. Isabella's history is darker than we thought. She's of Dark Moon blood."The Dark Moon family. Infamous for black magic."Her real name is Isabella Shadowmoon," he continued. "The unacknowledged, illegitimate daughter of the patriarch. Her mother was human, so they cast her out. But my sources say she's been trying to earn her way back in by performing a 'blood trial'… which usually involves stealing another pack's sacred relic."It clicked. She didn't want Damon; she wanted what he protected."There's more. She recently purchased memory-altering potions and illusion crystals."After hanging up, I called Sera."Sera, we have a problem."I told her everything. There was a long silence."Elena, this is far more serious than we thought," she finally said. "If she's a Dark Moon, the magic she wields is no joke.""What do we do?""First, I'm reinforcing the wards. Second… I think we have

On pure instinct, I moved. I shoved Damon hard, throwing him aside just as the dagger sliced across my arm. A burning pain flared, dark and hot."Elena!" Damon cried out, his eyes wide with shock and a dawning horror at what I'd just done for him.Isabella, momentarily stunned that I had blocked her, scrambled back, taking a new attack stance. "How touching. The loyal little ex-mate," she sneered. "Still just as stupid as ever, Elena.""You're the stupid one," I said, clutching my bleeding arm. "Did you really think I'd walk in here unprepared?"I held up my phone. The screen showed an active call. "Everything you've said, every threat you've made—it's all been recorded and streamed directly to the Council's Enforcers."Isabella’s face went corpse-white. "You… you planned this?""From the moment you cast me out," I said calmly, looking at Damon, then back at her. "We have evidence of all your crimes, Isabella. Attempted murder of an Alpha, illegal use of dark magic, conspiracy to s

The exhibition was wonderful. Adrian’s insights into architecture were as deep as my own. Afterward, we sat in a quiet café."Elena, can I ask you a personal question?" Adrian said suddenly."What is it?""How did you do it? Rebuild everything so completely after... everything.""Time helps," I said softly."Do you still believe in love?" he asked, his blue eyes searching mine."I…" I hesitated. "I want to.""Then perhaps," he said softly, "you'd be willing to give yourself a chance to believe again?"His words made my heart skip. "Adrian, I… I'm not ready for that. I need time.""Of course," he smiled, with only understanding. "I'm a patient man."Over the next two weeks, he proved it. Our "dates" were less conventional. One night, he led me on a silent run through the moonlit forest, our wolf forms moving in perfect sync. We didn't speak, but it was the most profound conversation I'd had in years. He was learning my world, my true self. He saw the wolf, not just the woman.

Our relationship was a whirlwind of professional triumphs and quiet, personal joys. Adrian was the perfect partner—thoughtful, supportive, and fiercely proud of my independence.Then, one afternoon, the front desk called. "Ms. Martinez, there's a Damon Blackstone here to see you."The name was a ghost from another life."Tell him I'm busy.""He says it's urgent. It's about Isabella."My blood ran cold. "Send him in."Damon walked into my office. He looked older, more worn. The arrogant swagger was gone, replaced by a heavy weariness."Elena, thank you for seeing me," he said, his voice humble."What about Isabella?""She escaped," he said, his expression grim. "Broke out of the Wastes three days ago.""What?" I shot to my feet. "How?""Dark Moon connections. Bribed guards. Our sources say she's already back in the city.""What does she want?""Revenge," Damon said, a haunted look in his eyes. "On you. Elena, let me protect you. It's the only thing I can do to atone. Her grudge agains