All Chapters of The Alpha broken mate: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I was trying to help Dale with repairs on the porch when the pain in my hand forced me to stop and sit down. Every breath felt like someone was driving nails into my chest.“You shouldn’t be working,” Dale said, hammering in a nail without looking at me. “Not with those injuries.”“I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”“Sure you can. It’s called resting. Healing. Normal stuff people do when they get beat up.”I didn’t respond. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the conversation with Maggie from last night. The way she’d looked at me when she found out I’d stayed at Sophie’s place. The hurt in her voice that I couldn’t stop hearing.I heard a car pull up. I looked up to see Victor’s truck parking in the driveway.“What’s he doing here?” Dale muttered, setting down his hammer.Victor got out, dressed in clean jeans and a button-up shirt like he was going to church or a job interview. He walked up to the porch, his eyes sliding right past me like I wasn’t even there, and addressed Dale d

The silence in the car was suffocating. Dale’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding. Emma had her hand pressed to her chest like she was trying to keep her heart from jumping out.“Did you just say you want to marry him?”“Yes,” Maggie said, her hand still gripping mine. “I love him.”“Love him?” Dale’s laugh was harsh. “You’ve known him for what, a few weeks? And now you want to marry him?”“I know him well enough to want to spend my life with him,” Maggie said, her voice steady even though I could feel her hand trembling in mine.“You know him well enough?” Dale repeated, mockingly imitating Maggie’s voice. “Maggie, this isn’t some romance novel. This is real life. You can’t just marry someone based on only feelings alone.”“Why not? You married Mom after knowing her for three months.”“That was different.”“How? How was it different?”“Because I had a source of income, a roof over my head, and I wasn’t suffering from am

I’d tried calling John. Texting. Nothing. His phone went straight to voicemail every time. Either the battery had died or he’d turned it off. Maybe he’d thrown it away, decided a clean break was better than dragging this out. But still, he couldn’t have gone away forever.The thought made my chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe.I was in the barn, mucking out stalls. I needed something physical to do before I lost my mind completely, when I heard the truck pull up. Not Dad’s truck. I knew the sound of that engine by heart.I set down the pitchfork and walked to the barn entrance, squinting against the afternoon sun.Victor’s truck sat in the driveway, engine still running. He climbed out, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt like he was going on a date. The sight of him made anger spike in my brain.“What the hell are you doing here?” I called out, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice.“Came to check on you,” he said, walking toward me. “Heard you’ve been having a rough fe

The farmhouse came into view, lights on in the kitchen. Dale’s truck sat in the driveway. Relief flooded through me.I dropped the bike in the driveway and ran to the front door, pounding on it with both fists.“Dale! Emma! Open up! It’s an emergency!”The porch light flicked on. The door swung open, and Dale stood there, his expression shifting from confusion to fury in half a second.“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous. “I told you to stay away from my property. I warned you—”“Victor has Maggie!” I cut him off, breathing hard. “He kidnapped her. She’s locked in a cabin on the outskirts of town. I found her."Dale’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?”“Victor took her. He’s been keeping her prisoner. I swear I’m telling the truth. She’s there right now.”Emma appeared behind Dale, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Dale, we need to—”“Where?” Dale’s voice was sharp, all the anger from before replaced with fear. “Where’s this cabin?”“Out

The pack house was quiet when I woke, Isabella’s warmth pressed against my side. Her breathing was soft.I extracted myself carefully, watching her face for any sign of waking. Nothing. She just curled into the space I’d left, pulling the blanket closer.Arthur’s wife. My wife now. I dressed in the dark—jeans, t-shirt, nothing fancy—and headed downstairs. The kitchen was empty except for the coffee maker I’d set on a timer last night.“You’re up early.”I turned to find Mother by the doorway, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, pouring two mugs of coffee. “Want some?”“Please.” She settled at the kitchen table, accepting the mug I offered. “Something on your mind?”Well, I could tell her I did a swap spell and the son she is talking to isn’t the son she thinks it is. That would definitely freak her out.“Just thinking about pack business,” I said instead.Mother studied me over the rim of her mug. “That’s very concerning of you. You n