All Chapters of Shattered Mate Bond: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 Grace's POV The funeral pyre crackled against the grey October sky, sending sparks dancing into the wind like fallen stars. I stood at the edge of the gathered pack, watching the flames consume the only family I had left. My father's body lay beside my stepmother Elena's, both wrapped in the traditional white burial shrouds of our kind. I should have been crying. Everyone expected me to cry. But there were no tears left—I'd cried them all three days ago when Alpha Storm had knocked on our door with that terrible look on his face. *Rogue attack on the eastern border. Your father died protecting the pack. Elena died trying to protect him.* The words had shattered something inside me, something that might never heal. Dad had been everything to me after Mom died when I was seven. And Elena, who'd married him five years ago, had tried so hard to be a mother to the awkward, broken girl I'd become. Now they were both gone, and I was completely alone. "Grace." Alpha Storm's de

Schemes and Secrets Amber's POV I pressed myself against the mahogany door of Alpha Storm's office, my enhanced hearing picking up every word of the heated conversation inside. I'd come to find Jace after the whole incident with Grace—honestly, I was expecting praise for finally putting that pathetic girl in her place. Instead, I'd found him getting the lecture of his life from his father. "—completely unacceptable behavior!" Alpha Storm's voice boomed through the thick wood. "That girl could have died, Jace. She has a severe concussion and needed twelve stitches. And you stood there laughing?" "She's fine," Jace's voice was defensive, but I could hear something underneath it. Something that made my stomach twist with unease. "It's not like I pushed her myself." "No, but you might as well have! Amber is your... companion. Your actions reflect on this pack, on our family. What message does it send when the future Alpha shows no compassion for a grieving pack member?" Ther

Desperate Measures Amber's POV I paced the length of my bedroom, fury coursing through my veins like liquid fire. Three days. Three days since that interfering Alpha had swooped in and ruined everything. Grace should have been expelled by now, banished and forgotten. Instead, she was sitting pretty in the pack house under "protection" while Connor and his security team dismantled my carefully constructed lies piece by piece. My phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: *They found the burner phones. Connor's asking questions about Electronics Plus. We need to lay low.* I threw my phone across the room, watching it crash against the wall. Lay low? I'd been planning this for weeks, and now everything was falling apart because Alpha Storm had a soft spot for pathetic orphans. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. If I couldn't get Grace removed through official channels, then I'd have to get creative. I'd have to hit her where it would hurt most—right in her precious virtue. Jac

Grace's POV Seven days. Seven days of stumbling through forests, sleeping in hollow logs, and drinking from streams that might or might not be safe. Seven days of running on nothing but the stubborn refusal to die that seemed to be the only thing left of my father's legacy. My feet were bloody and blistered inside my worn sneakers, and my clothes hung loose on a frame that had been too thin to begin with. The last of my food had run out two days ago, and I'd been surviving on berries and roots that my father had taught me to identify during our camping trips. *At least some of his lessons stuck,* I thought grimly as I forced one foot in front of the other. I'd been heading northeast, following half-remembered directions from conversations I'd overheard years ago. My mother had family somewhere in the mountains—her father, who'd cut ties with her when she mated outside his pack. I'd never met him, wasn't even sure he was still alive, but it was the only destination I could thin

The Summit Grace's POV The mountain amphitheater carved into the heart of Silver Moon territory buzzed with the energy of dozens of powerful wolves. Alphas from across the region had gathered for the annual summit, their pack members forming distinct clusters around the stone seating. The rank games were always the highlight of these gatherings—a chance for young wolves to prove themselves and for Alphas to assess potential allies or threats. I stood beside my grandfather at the edge of the combat ring, watching the current match with detached interest. Three years of intensive training had taught me to analyze fighting styles, to spot weaknesses and strengths in a matter of seconds. The young Beta fighting below was skilled but predictable, telegraphing his moves to anyone who knew what to look for. "Thoughts?" Grandfather asked quietly, his voice carrying the authority that had made him one of the most respected Alphas in the region. "He favors his right side," I replied,