Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Broken Mate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

JordanHer fingers gripped my shirt loosely as I carried her up the stairs, her head resting against my shoulder. She was light, almost too light, and I could feel the bones beneath her skin. It made something deep inside me twist anger, grief, maybe guilt. I wasn’t sure anymore.She shouldn’t have had to go through any of this.When the healer said she had lost her memories, part of me broke and another part selfishly exhaled. Maybe this was mercy. Maybe forgetting was the only way for her to finally be free.The door to the guest room was already open.Her room now.I pushed it wider with my foot and stepped in, the scent of lavender and clean sheets filling the air. The curtains fluttered gently, catching the light from the moon. For a second, everything felt still. Like time had paused to breathe.I lowered her slowly onto the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She blinked up at me, dazed but calm, her eyes wide and soft searching.“There,” I murmured, adjusting the pillows

VanessaI was not used to just sitting around and doing nothing. It was boring. The house was too quiet for my liking. The kind of quiet that made the walls feel like they were listening.It had been a few days since my surgery now, and I could move around without the wheelchair and on my legs. My new favorite spot was spending time in the study room. I sat cross legged on the rug in the study, surrounded by open books and loose pages that smelled faintly of old paper and dust. Jordan’s house was massive, too big, too polished and I still wasn’t used to it. I didn’t know why, but something about being surrounded by silence made me restless.Maybe it was because every time I tried to sit still, I felt the emptiness inside me, the space where memories should have been.I told myself I was looking through the books to keep busy, to learn something new, but really, I was searching. For what, I didn’t know. Maybe a clue about who I was. About why everyone looked at me like I was a fragi

JordanHer hand touched my arm, it was soft and everything inside me stopped.The roar of my power, the burn of fury, the pressure building behind my ribs gone.It was like the world tilted and for one suspended heartbeat, the air stopped moving.Her skin against mine was warmth and electricity. Every nerve in my body lit up. My breath caught in my throat, my claws half-extended, heart slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears.I should have moved away. I should have warned her.Her fingers were trembling, but she didn’t pull back. She looked right at me, right into the eyes glowing with the beast that terrified everyone else and whispered, “I’m not afraid of you.”No one had ever said that to me before. Not once. No one had ever had the courage to, but she wasn't afraid, I could tell by how she was looking at me. I had spent years being feared, hated, whispered about.Too strong for an omega. Too wild for a beta. Too unnatural to ever belong anywhere. I was tortured for being what

Vanessa. I reached up and tangled my fingers into his hair, holding his head as I kissed him back and met demand with demand. My hips rose up to thrust against him, and his taste and smell invaded me like a drug.My skin burned as all the pent up desire I had buried deep burst out of my body in a flood of heat. I was ravenous for his taste, for his hands to strip off my clothes and take me right there against the wall, and I reveled in his wild response that was so opposite his rigid control. Control.An alarm bell rang in my head and cut through the mist of sexual fog.He had been drinking. If we were interrupted, he might calmly step away with a reasonable explanation to why sex would not be a good idea.The knowledge he had done it twice before skated along the edges of my mind, until i dragged my mouth from his and yanked the hair at the nape of his neck.His head shot up. He blinked as if coming to from a long sleep, and i caught the question held in his eyes. I made myself say

JordanThe cold morning air hit like punishment.I had been walking for hours before the sun even thought of rising, the forest stretching endlessly around me all mist, dew, and silence. The world felt still, but my head was a storm. Every step only made it louder.Leaving her had been the only thing I could do. Staying had felt dangerous not for her body, but for her heart. For mine.I had looked at her while she slept, soft and peaceful, with a strand of hair stuck to her cheek and the faintest smile curving her lips, and I’d thought, this is what it should feel like to be home.And that terrified me. I had never experienced anything like it before and I had been with so many women, but nothing prepared me for this. Because I wasn’t home. I was chaos dressed in human skin. A hybrid with blood on his hands, a history of violence and control that never really left. Last night had been too close too raw. I had let my guard down, and she’d looked at me like I was something more than wh