All Chapters of Shattered Mate Bond: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 VulnerableSera pov The click of the door closing behind Luna Grace and Alpha Jace seemed impossibly loud in the sudden silence. My heart hammered against my ribs—which hurt, making me wince—and I couldn't quite look at Aiden even though I could feel his eyes on me. The security guards were posted outside now. Dr. Matthews had left after administering a smaller dose of pain medication than he'd wanted to. And now it was just us. Just me and my mate who didn't want me. Except... maybe he did? My head was spinning and not just from the concussion. Everything Aiden had said, everything his parents had implied—it contradicted months of evidence. Months of him looking through me like I was invisible. Months of knowing I wasn't good enough. The bed dipped as he sat beside me, careful not to jostle me. His hand found my arm—the one without the cast—and those electric sparks danced across my skin again. *Mate. Mate. MATE.* My wolf was practically

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2Pack Justice**Aiden pov The pack house meeting room was packed to capacity—every ranked wolf, every adult pack member, and a good number of the younger wolves who'd come to see what the emergency summons was about. The air was thick with tension and speculation, whispers rippling through the crowd like wind through grass. I sat in the front row reserved for the alpha family, Sera tucked carefully in my lap despite her protests that she could sit in her own chair. Her ribs were still healing, her wrist still casted, and I'd be damned if I let her out of arm's reach when half the wolves in this room had treated her like dirt for months. Besides, having her close helped keep my wolf calm. Relatively calm, anyway. Mom sat on my left, her Alpha..Luna aura radiating controlled authority. Dad stood at the front near his alpha's seat, arms crossed, his expression carved from granite. I'd never seen him look quite this furious—and I'd seen him angry plenty of

# Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 HomeSera pov The pack meeting had lasted another three hours. Three exhausting, emotionally draining hours where my entire documented history of abuse had been displayed on a projector screen for everyone to see. Where I'd watched Brittany's face turn from smug to horrified to furious as the evidence mounted. Where the pack had voted unanimously for the punishment I'd suggested—demotion, community service, and public apology. Brittany had screamed. Had called me names I wouldn't repeat. Had tried to appeal to Alpha Jace one last time before her own father, contacted via video call, had ordered her to accept the judgment or face exile from both packs. She'd chosen to stay. Barely. Now I sat curled up on the couch in Aiden's apartment—our apartment, he'd insisted, though I hadn't officially moved in—watching him move around the kitchen with surprising grace for someone so large. "You don't have to cook for me," I said, my voice still hoarse from all

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 The RoofAiden pov The apartment building came into view and I pushed harder, my wolf's muscles screaming with the effort. I could see my balcony from here—the door hanging open, furniture overturned visible through the window. And above— Movement on the roof. *No. No, no, no—* I shifted mid-leap, my human form better for climbing, and scaled the fire escape with desperate speed. Dad and Jake were right behind me, both still in wolf form, snarling their fury. The sounds reached me before I crested the roof line—Sera's pained gasps, Brittany's cruel laughter, and worse, the scuffle of feet dangerously close to the edge. "You stupid little omega," Brittany was saying, her voice dripping venom. "Did you really think you could humiliate me and get away with it? Make me serve *omegas*? Strip my rank?" "Please—" Sera's voice was weak, terrified. "Please, Brittany, don't—" I pulled myself over the ledge and the scene before me made my heart stop. Sera

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Healing and Holding On Sera pov The alpha wing was beautiful—all dark wood paneling, plush carpets, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the pack territory. Our suite—*our suite*, because Aiden refused to let me stay anywhere he wasn't—was larger than my parents' entire house. But it felt like a gilded cage. I stood at the window, my casted arm cradled against my chest, watching pack members go about their daily routines three floors below. The trial was in two days. Forty-eight hours until I had to stand in front of the entire pack council and recount every detail of Brittany's attacks. Forty-eight hours until I watched someone die. The thought made my stomach churn. "You need to eat." Aiden's voice came from behind me, closer than I'd expected. I hadn't heard him approach—he'd gotten disturbingly good at moving silently around me. "I'm not hungry." "Sera." His hands settled on my shoulders, gentle but firm. "You've lost weight. D