All Chapters of The Alpha’s Broken Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Allpha DamianThe drive back to the packhouse never happened.The moment I stepped outside, the message still burned in my mind. You are going to regret what you did to my daughter.The words weren’t just a threat, they were a promise.I could feel it in my gut, the same gut instinct that had kept me alive through wars and betrayals. Whoever sent it wasn’t some random rogue or hunter. This was personal.I turned sharply toward Robert’s front door and marched back inside. Kane tried to follow, but I stopped him with a glare. “Wait here.”Robert was still standing where I left him, rubbing his throat and glaring at me with barely restrained hate.I closed the door behind me. “We need to talk.”He scoffed. “About what? You already got what you came for. She is gone.”I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Cut the act, Robert. You got that message too, didn’t you?”For the first time, I saw his mask crack. His fingers twitched slightly. His eyes darted toward the window, then back to me.

VanessaThe sun was warm that afternoon, the kind that painted everything in gold. The garden outside my window was quiet, except for the rustle of leaves and the soft splash of water from the pool below.I told myself I just needed to breathe. To clear my mind. It had been a very busy and confusing Twenty four hours. My head was spinning from everything I learned from my mother’s confession, the there was Kyla, the sister I didn't know I had until a few minute ago. It however made me understand my mother a bit, she was pregnant when she faked her own death, but it did not help with my abandonment issues. To me it felt like she just replaced me and went on to live her happy perfect life with her perfect daughter. Kyla got to live the life I did not, she got to be loved, she got to wake up everyday knowing our mother would do anything for her. And i was jealous of her, a twelve year old girl. So I went to the pool. Back at our house I was never allowed to swim, I always wanted to,

VanessaAfter Jordan left the dining room, the silence that followed felt strangely peaceful the kind of quiet that made every sound sharper. The ticking of the old clock on the wall. The faint clink of cutlery against a plate as Kyla’s syrup sticky spoon rolled away. The gentle hum of morning sunlight filtering through the lace curtains.My mother sat across from me, her eyes soft but tired, as if she had lived a thousand lives in one. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We just sat there, two women connected by blood and pain, unsure how to bridge the years that had been stolen from us.Finally, I cleared my throat. “I met Kyla yesterday.”Elara looked up, startled for just a second before a small smile tugged at her lips. “You did?”I nodded, tracing the rim of my empty cup with a trembling finger. “She knocked on my door, said her name was Kyla, and that she was my sister.” I paused, a faint laugh escaping me. “I didn’t even know what to say. I thought she had the wrong room

VanessaJordan’s house was nothing like I expected.It wasn’t grand or overly decorated like Alpha Damian’s mansion, it was quieter, darker, the kind of place that carried memories in the air. The walls were lined with old books, weapons, and a few framed photographs that looked like they belonged to another lifetime.When he closed the door behind us, the silence that followed was thick enough to touch.He moved past me toward the fireplace, the faint golden light flickering against his sharp features. Even in the dim glow, I could see the shadows in his eyes, the kind that came from years of pain and secrets buried too deep to speak of.I hesitated near the door. “You were talking about war earlier,” I said softly. “Does it have anything to do with me?”He didn’t answer at first. Just stood there, staring into the flames. Then he turned, his gaze steady. “Everything does now.”My heart skipped. The words hit deeper than I expected.I tried to smile, but it felt brittle. “You sound

Alpha DamianThe meeting dissolved into chaos.The moment I dismissed the warriors, murmurs spread through the corridors like wildfire. I could hear them even now, whispers of the Alpha losing his grip, of weakness, of fear.The worst thing a pack could smell was fear in their alpha and right now it was all they could smell and see. I slammed the door to my office shut, breathing hard. The walls felt too close, the air too heavy. My wolf was pacing inside me, restless and furious, but under it all, something colder pulsed, a flicker of dread I couldn’t shake.She is alive.She is carrying my child And someone powerful has her.The door opened again before I could stop it.“Damian!”Ella, my girlfriend, my Luna in all but title stormed inside, heels clicking against the marble. Her golden hair was tied in a perfect knot, her green eyes sharp as knives. She slammed the door behind her, face flushed with fury.“What the hell was that in there?” she hissed. “You embarrassed me. You emba