All Chapters of The Alpha broken mate: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The van stopped with a jolt, jostling me in my binds. My heart pounded as rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me out of the vehicle. I squinted against the sudden brightness, trying to make sense of my surroundings. We were in some sort of underground parking garage.“C’mon, bitch. Time to earn your keep,” one of the thugs growled, shoving me forward. I stumbled on my stinging feet, tears pricking my eyes. But I couldn’t afford to cry—not now. I had to stay sharp if I wanted any hope of escaping this nightmare.We entered an elevator, the doors hissing shut. As we descended, I realized they were taking me to some kind of club—a seedy place, from the looks of it.The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a chaotic scene. Girls in various states of undress hurried about, some still slipping into skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination. Neon lights flickered, and a pounding bassline thumped through the floorboards. The stench of stale beer and cheap perfume hung hea

"inside,” the man said, pointing toward the club entrance. “She’s being held in the basement level.”I followed him through the door, my muscles still tense from the fight at the Red Door headquarters.The corridor was dark, lit only by flickering red lights. The bass from the club above made the walls vibrate. The man led me deeper, away from the main floor.“Through here,” he said, gesturing to a door.I moved past him. Too late, I saw the man remove a metal rod from his pocket and jab it into me. A sharp pain coursed through my side. Electricity flowed through my body. My muscles locked up. I couldn’t move. I hit the ground hard, my vision blurring. The man stood over me, holding the taser.Before I could recover, I felt a sharp prick in my neck. An injection. Whatever it was, it hit my system fast. My thoughts grew sluggish, cloudy. The rage that had been burning in me since Aurora’s capture began to fade, replaced by a strange feeling of compliance, a fog settling over my mind.“

Aurora stepped between me and Njord, her hand on my chest. “You’re not killing anybody.”“You don’t understand,” I said, my voice tight. “He’s a Bad Blood.”“I asked you a question. What is a Bad Blood? And why would you want to kill him just because of that?”I stared at her. “Nobody told you about the Bad Bloods?”“No,” she said. “So explain it to me.”I took a breath, trying to calm the rage boiling inside me. “They’re a race of shifters who can’t shift. Centuries ago, they betrayed us to the vampires. The entire werewolf clan was nearly eliminated because of them. We were hunted, slaughtered, driven to the edge of extinction.”Aurora’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t move.“Luckily, we survived,” I continued. “We fought back and defeated the vampires. But the damage was done. Thousands of our people were dead. So the founding elders of the werewolf clan placed a curse on the Bad Bloods, that their children would be born with a pig tattoo on their hand. A permanent mark of th

"I’m going to go talk to her,” I said, standing up.Arthur grabbed my arm. “Aurora, wait—”His phone rang. He pulled it out, looked at the screen, and his expression changed.“Shit,” he muttered. He answered. “Yes? What? When?” He listened for a moment, his jaw tightening. “I understand. I’ll be there.”He hung up and turned to me. “I have to go.”“What? Now?”“I almost forgot about a very important meeting because of this Isabella case. The Europe Shifters Council—they’ve been trying to reach me for days. If I don’t show up, there will be consequences.” He looked torn. “I’ll send some of my men to watch over you. They’ll be here within the hour.”“Arthur—”“I know the timing is terrible, but this can’t wait. The council doesn’t take kindly to being ignored, even by me.” He gripped my shoulders. “Promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t do anything reckless until my men arrive.”“Okay,” I said. “Go. I’ll wait for your men.”He kissed my forehead quickly, then turned to Njord. “Stay with he

I watched Arthur strangle Damian to death; his body twitched once, twice, then went still.I didn’t like Damian. Not in a romantic way. He was just a convenient tool, a way to hurt Arthur the way he’d hurt me. And now Damian was dead.For a second, I wished I were Aurora. Arthur had cheated on me with a woman who looked like her, some random stranger named Lydia who happened to share Aurora’s face. And here I was, the actual wife, discarded and forgotten.When my father first announced I’d be marrying Arthur, I was thrilled. Arthur: the strongest Alpha in Northern Europe, powerful, handsome, respected. I’d been willing to bend all my rules for him, to be the perfect wife, to support his pack.But now I realized I might have made the worst mistake of my life. I couldn’t stay here, couldn’t stay in this city, in this life. I needed space.I decided to take a trip to the eastern part of the country to visit my cousin Elena. She lived in a small town, quiet and peaceful — exactly what I ne