All Chapters of The Alpha’s Broken Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alpha DamianI didn’t sleep that night.Sleep was for the content, and I was anything but that.The walls of my chamber felt too close, too suffocating. Every shadow reminded me of her, Vanessa’s soft laughter, the tremble in her voice when she used to say my name, the way her scent clung to my skin even after she was gone.Gone and she was coming for me, she was out for blood. The word burned.I stared out the open balcony doors, the cold air biting at my skin as I clenched the railing hard enough for the metal to groan under my grip. My father’s words kept replaying in my head, You are not leaving this territory until I say so.He thought he could leash me like a child.But he had forgotten I wasn’t just his son anymore. I was an Alpha.And Alphas don’t ask for permission.A low growl built in my chest as I straightened. The moonlight glinted off my scars, a reminder of everything I’d had to become to get here. I had built this pack from ashes my strength, my rules, my control. I’

VanessaMy room was quiet that night.Too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the moonlight spilling across the floorboards. It looked fragile, almost silver, like something that could shatter if I breathed too hard.The doctor’s words still echoed in my head, each one cutting a little deeper even though I’d run out of tears hours ago.No pregnancy. Pseudocyesis. Trauma induced.I had repeated them so many times, they had started to lose their meaning.A soft knock came at the door. I didn’t answer right away. I just sat there, frozen, until I heard his voice.“Vanessa? It’s me.” I heard Jordan say.I swallowed hard, wiping my face quickly even though there wasn’t much left to hide. “Come in,” I whispered.The door opened slowly, and he stepped inside. He looked different in the moonlight softer somehow. His usual alpha composure was gone, replaced with something raw, something real. He felt human. He closed the door behind him but didn’t move closer. “Elara said you had

VanessaAfter Jordan left, the house felt painfully quiet. Too quiet for my liking. I sat there for a while, trying to steady my breathing, but my thoughts were loud, too loud to ignore. Every word Jordan said echoed in my mind, blending with memories I had buried deep. Damian’s voice, his hands, his cruel smirk when I cried all of it came rushing back.The more I thought about him being close, the more my stomach twisted in fear.Not for myself, but for everyone here. He was cruel and brutal and he will do whatever it takes to get me back, to him, I was his property and I belonged to him. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got up, pulled a shawl over my shoulders, and walked out of my room. The hallways were dim, lit only by soft lanterns that flickered with every breeze. Somewhere deeper inside the mansion, I could hear faint murmurs, the sound of wolves preparing, training, planning.They were all ready to fight. Because of me.I found my mother Elara, in the strategy room. She was s

VanessaThe morning of my surgery came faster than I wanted or expected it to be. The world outside was still waking up, soft dawn light seeping through the curtains, the distant sound of wolves training somewhere beyond the walls. The air was cool, quiet, and still, but inside me everything was chaos.I sat at the edge of the bed, fingers nervously twisting the hem of the blanket, trying to breathe through the heaviness pressing against my chest.Every tick of the clock felt louder, sharper, like it was counting down to something I wasn’t ready for.I told myself I was fine. That it was just another doctor’s appointment. But my heart wouldn’t believe me. It was hammering so fast I could feel it in my throat.A soft knock came at the door, and even before I spoke, I knew who it was.“Come in,” I whispered.The door opened slowly, and Jordan stepped inside. His usual confidence seemed softened this morning quieter, almost tender. He wasn’t dressed in his usual commanding black, but a

JordanThe door had barely closed behind me when my knees almost gave out.I braced one hand against the wall, forcing myself to breathe through the ache tearing through my chest.She didn’t remember me.Not my name. Not my face. Not even the sound of my voice, the one that used to calm her when nightmares chased her through the night.I had promised her I would be here when she woke up. I just hadn’t imagined she would open her eyes and look at me like I was a stranger.The healer approached quietly, her long silver braid swinging as she moved. Elara was beside her, her expression unreadable too calm to be calm.“How is she?” I managed to ask, my throat dry.The healer let out a slow breath. “Physically, she’s healing well. The surgery was successful, and her vitals are strong. But” She hesitated, her wise eyes softening as they met mine. “The memory loss may take time to resolve. It’s what we call protective amnesia.”“Protective?” I echoed.She nodded. “It’s common among those who