Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Broken Mate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

EllaThe moon was high when I slipped out of the packhouse. The air was cool, still, and the night carried that faint hum that only came when everything was sleeping, everything except my guilt.The grass whispered under my boots as I crossed the courtyard, heart thudding in rhythm with the crickets. I could still hear her voice in my head “You can trust me.”Vanessa’s words had been soft, so painfully genuine that they stuck to my skin like something I couldn’t wash off.I had spent years lying pretending.Smiling when I wanted to scream.But today, when she had reached across that table and touched my hand, I had felt something I hadn’t in a long time, warmth that wasn’t forced, kindness that didn’t come with a price.And it terrified me.Because I wasn’t here to be her friend.I was here to destroy her.I reached the edge of the forest where the shadows grew thicker, where the moonlight barely touched the ground. My fingers found the hidden comms stone buried in the hollow of an ol

VanessaThe morning sun spilled lazily through the open window, bathing the sitting room in gold. The scent of jasmine drifted through the air from the garden outside, mingling with the faint aroma of herbal tea. It should’ve been peaceful calm, even. But inside me, everything felt wrong.It had been two days. Two long, silent days since Jordan had vanished from my room, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of his cologne on my sheets and a thousand unanswered questions in my chest.I stared into my teacup, watching the steam rise and curl like ghostly whispers. My chest ached, a dull heaviness sitting there as though something precious had slipped through my fingers and I didn’t know how to get it back.“Hey,” Ella’s voice came, soft but a little too bright. “You look like someone stole your breakfast.”I looked up to see her standing by the door, her blonde hair braided neatly, a warm smile lighting up her face. There was something about her presence that always put me at ease

Kyla & ElaraKyla sat at the edge of her bed, the teddy bear still clutched to her chest, her little brows furrowed in thought trying to decide if it was worth mentioning to her mother. Something about Ella didn’t sit right with her. She wasn’t like the others. The omegas who came to the pack house were usually shy, soft spoken, too afraid to look anyone in the eye. But Ella, she looked. Always watching. Always asking small, quiet questions that didn’t feel like casual curiosity.And just now, when Kyla had found her in Vanessa’s study the way Ella had frozen, the way her hand had trembled slightly, it wasn’t guilt of someone caught snooping for fun. It was fear of someone being found out. She slipped off her bed and padded barefoot down the hallway. Her mother’s office door was slightly open, the soft glow of candlelight spilling into the corridor.“Mom?” she called softly.Elara looked up from the papers on her desk, surprise flickering in her golden eyes. “Kyla? It’s late, sweeth

JordanThe silence after the video stopped playing was the kind that crawled under your skin.The kind that filled every corner of the room, pressing down until even breathing felt like a crime.Vanessa stood a few feet away from me, her shoulders rigid, her hands shaking at her sides.I could see the betrayal written all over her face the same expression that haunted my dreams whenever I failed someone.“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked finally, her voice quiet but sharp enough to cut.I exhaled through my nose, dragging a hand across the back of my neck. “Because I needed to be sure. Because I didn’t want to hurt you if I was wrong.”Her head snapped up, eyes blazing. “You didn’t want to hurt me? You think watching that video didn’t hurt? You think finding out that the only person I thought I could trust was lying to me wasn’t enough?”“I was trying to protect you," I said, the words coming out harsher than I meant them to.She took a step toward me. “You keep saying that,

ElaraThe door closed behind Vanessa with a sound that echoed far too loudly in the silence that followed. I stood there for a long time, staring at the empty space she had left, her words still hanging in the air like smoke after a fire.“I’m done living in the dark.”Her voice was trembling, but her eyes, those same bright eyes she’d had as a child had been unflinching. Determined. There was no trace of the broken girl I had carried home years ago, no hint of the trembling hands I had held through her nightmares.She wasn’t my fragile little girl anymore.And that terrified me more than anything.I turned away from the door and sank slowly into the chair behind my desk. The parchment I’d been writing on earlier was smeared, the ink blotted where my hand had trembled. The scent of sage still clung to the air, meant to bring clarity and calm, yet all it did was remind me how clouded everything had become.How long had I been lying to her?How long had I been convincing myself that s