All Chapters of The Alpha broken mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

He stared at me for a long moment. Then he pulled me into his chest, holding me so tight I could barely breathe.I stayed there for a second, feeling his heartbeat against my cheek. Then I pulled back.“Arthur,” I said. “Give me a knife.”He frowned. “What?”“A Knife. Give me one. Now.”“Aurora, what are you…”“Please.” I looked up at him. “I need to do this.”He reached down to his belt and pulled out a combat knife, black handle, serrated edge. He placed it in my palm.“Aurora,” he said quietly. “Whatever you’re thinking…”“I know what I’m doing.”I turned and walked toward the armored vehicles. Arthur’s soldiers watched me but didn’t stop me. They looked at Arthur. He must have nodded because they stepped aside.Cyprus was in the back of the second vehicle, hands zip-tied, flanked by two guards. When he saw me approaching with the knife, he smirked.“Come to finish what we started?” he asked.I didn’t answer. I just climbed into the vehicle.“Miss, you can’t…” one of the guards sta

I found myself wandering the estate grounds the next morning. The air was crisp, tinted with the sweetness of dew and roses. Sunlight filtered through the trees in broken shards, scattering across the cobblestone path that wound through the gardens. Everything here looked almost unreal, The hedges trimmed into perfect symmetry, the roses blooming in proud shades of red and ivory, the faint hum of bees hovering lazily near the flowerbeds.I traced my fingers along the edge of a marble fountain, watching the water cascade over the carved wings of two angels. Their stone faces were serene. The sound of the water filled the silence. until I heard footsteps behind me.I didn’t need to turn around. I already knew who it was.“Aurora.”I turned. Catherine stood a few feet away, dressed in a cream pantsuit. Her hair was pulled back tight, her face calm, but I could see the tension in her shoulders.“Catherine,” I said, matching her tone.Her lips twitched. “What are you doing here? I thought

"Why didn’t you tell me this? How did she get kidnapped? I mean, you’re Arthur. Who would dare kidnap your bride?”I felt my jaw tighten. I pocketed my phone and looked at Aurora, seeing the confusion in her face. There was no way around this. She needed to know the truth.“It’s my fault. I’m the reason she got kidnapped,” I said quietly.“What do you mean it’s your fault?”I let out a long breath and walked to the edge of the balcony, gripping the railing. The cool metal bit into my palms. “I need to tell you what happened.”“Okay,” Aurora said slowly.I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I was back there.---One Week EarlierThe ballroom was suffocating. Men in expensive suits discussed territory disputes. I adjusted my tie for the third time, wishing I could be anywhere else.Isabella stood beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm. She wore a cream dress that highlighted her skin and made her look even more beautiful.“Alpha Thorne is approaching,” she murmured. “Be nice. His pack

My mouth went dry. “Isabella, I…”“I can’t believe you did this!” Her voice cracked. “You decided to sleep with some cheap whore?”Behind me, I heard Lydia stirring. The sheets rustled from her movements.“Arthur?” Lydia’s sleepy voice drifted from the bed. “Come back to bed.”Isabella’s face crumpled. I caught a flicker of pain flash across her features before her expression hardened.“Isabella, wait. Let me explain…”“Explain what?” Her voice rose sharply. “Explain how you fucked some random woman while I was looking all over for you? This is humiliating! With Aurora, I understood. But now you’re fucking strangers? Wait, don’t tell me it’s because she looks like Aurora!”“It’s not that. I didn’t mean…”“You didn’t mean to?” She laughed. “You accidentally ended up naked in bed with her? Your dick just accidentally slipped inside her?”“Isabella, please…”“Don’t.” She held up her hand. “Don’t you dare say my name right now.”She turned and walked away, her heels clicking sharply agains

I watched Aurora’s face as she agreed to help me. Relief washed over me. “Thank you,” I said relief washing over me.Aurora didn’t look at me. “Don’t thank me. Just show me what you have.”I pulled up the information on my phone. “Three days ago, someone matching Isabella’s description checked into the Grand Hotel downtown. She was with a man. We need to find out who that man is.”“When do we leave?”“Now.”Aurora looked down at her dress. “I need to change first.”Twenty minutes later, we were in my car, heading into the city. Aurora sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window.“Aurora,” I started.“Don’t.”“I need to apologize.”“I don’t want to hear it, Arthur. Just drive.”I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I shouldn’t have kept that information from you. About your family.”“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.”“But I meant what I said. I wanted to verify everything first—to make sure it was real.”“And then what? You were just going to tell me out of the goodness of your