All Chapters of The Alpha broken mate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

“Six more inside according to intel,” Fenris said, checking his rifle. “They’re expecting trouble after what happened to Lars.”“Good. Let them expect it.” I shifted my grip on my weapon. “We go in fast. No mercy for anyone who gets between us and Isabella.”We moved under cover of darkness. The guards at the entrance never saw us coming. Fenris took the left one with a knife to the throat. I broke the right one’s neck before he could shout. We dragged the bodies into the shadows.The door was locked. I kicked it open, the frame splintering.Inside, two guards spun toward us. I shot the first one on the chest. He dropped. Fenris put three rounds in the second before he could raise his weapon.We took the stairs two at a time. Another guard appeared on the landing. I caught him mid-stride, throwing him over the railing. His scream cut off when he hit the ground floor.A door at the end of the hall — reinforced steel with a keypad lock.“Stand back,” Fenris said, pulling out a small exp

I found Fenris sitting on the terrace, staring out at the pack grounds. Dawn was breaking, the sky starting to get light from the sun breaking through the crowd.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, leaning against the railing beside him.“Not really.” He glanced at me. “Too much on my mind.”“Yeah. I know the feeling.”We stood in silence for a moment, two brothers watching the sunrise, thinking about everything that had happened.“I’ve been thinking,” Fenris said finally. “About Mother.”I tensed. “What about her?”“When was the last time the two of you actually talked? Since I’ve been here, I noticed there is a tension between you two.”I thought about it. Weeks, maybe months. Between the war with Lars, searching for Isabella, I’d barely had time to breathe, let alone have a mother-son talk with her. Coupled with her open hatred for Aurora, things couldn’t have been more difficult.“It’s been long,” I admitted.“Same.” Fenris rubbed his face. “I’ve been back for weeks now, and I haven’t even

I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. Just sat on my bed, staring at the wall, replaying Tim’s words over and over.The gun that shot your mother is registered to Fenris Hendrix. Security footage shows Moonrise Pack vehicle arriving at the estate the night your mother died. Based on the evidence, it appears that Fenris or someone from his pack killed your mother.By the time dawn broke, I’d cried myself empty. My pillow was damp, my eyes ached, and my chest felt like someone had carved a hollow space behind my ribs.Did Arthur have a part in this? His face had showed no emotion when I said my mother was dead. Did he look me in the eyes and lie? Was he protecting his idiotic brother Fenris?I tried to understand why Fenris did it. My mother was dangerous, vindictive, willing to do anything to survive. She’d tried to kill me twice. Keeping her alive was a risk.But what would make Fenris concerned about my safety? Since when did he bother himself with whether I lived or died? Did Arthur

The first rogue hits Fenris like a freight train, jaws snapping for his throat. He twists at the last second, the teeth catching his shoulder instead. Blood sprays. Fenris screams, then drives his knife into the beast’s eye socket.The rogue yelps and releases him, stumbling back. Fenris rips the knife free, dark blood coating his hand.I shift immediately, Excalibur bursting forward. The transformation is instant—one moment human, the next a massive silver wolf six times the size of a normal shifter.Two rogues come at me simultaneously. I catch the first one mid-leap, my jaws closing around its neck. Bone crunches between my teeth. Blood fills my mouth as I shake violently, snapping its spine. The body goes limp. I drop it and spin to face the second.This one is smarter. It circles, looking for an opening. Behind me, I hear Fenris firing his rifle, the sharp cracks echoing through the forest.The rogue lunges. I meet it head-on, our bodies colliding with enough force to shake the g

I opened my eyes to look down at my new body. Everything felt different—stronger, sharper, more alive. My body was heavier with muscle, I was taller by several inches.I sat up slowly, testing these new limbs. They responded perfectly, as if they’d always been mine.Across the shrine, my old body lay slumped against the pillar where Arthur had been tied. Unconscious but breathing. Wearing my face, trapped in my skin.“How do you feel?” Cassius asked, his voice distant as he cleaned the ritual blade.“Powerful.” The word came out in Arthur’s deeper voice. My voice now. “I feel incredible.”I stood, marveling at the ease of movement. This body was a weapon, honed by years of training and alpha strength. Every muscle responded with pinpoint precision, every sense heightened beyond what I’d known in my old form.I looked down at my hands—Arthur’s hands. Turned them over, flexed the fingers. Mine now. All mine.“The swap is complete,” Cassius said. “But remember—blood magic is temperamenta