All Chapters of The Alpha Who Broke Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KAIAI stare at the moon through Vincent's bedroom window, my knees pulled to my chest. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:47 AM. I haven't slept. Can't sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see that mother's face. The one who lost her seven-year-old son. The raw hatred in her eyes when she looked at me.Forty-seven dead. Twelve children.And the number keeps climbing in my head, even though I know that's all of them. My brain won't stop adding imaginary bodies to the count. What about the next attack? And the one after that?Vincent left for the packhouse right after we talked earlier, coordinating housing and medical care for the refugees. I wanted to help, but Talia convinced me it would do more harm than good. The sight of me might push someon

KAIAI press my forehead against the cool glass of Talia's car window, watching the trees blur past. The window's cracked just enough to let the mountain air sweep through, carrying the scent of pine and earth."You okay?" Talia asks, glancing at me from the driver's seat."Yeah." The lie tastes stale on my tongue. "Just thinking."She doesn't push, which I appreciate. We've been driving for maybe twenty minutes now, heading toward Lewis's pack territory. The further we get from Moonfang, the lighter I feel—and the guiltier I feel for feeling lighter.Vincent wasn't happy about this visit. That's putting it mildly."You want to go WHERE?" His voice is controlled, but I see the flash of gold i

KAIAEdvard snaps his fingers, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the stone chamber.A fae materializes from the shadows—tall, silver-eyed, dressed in dark robes that seem to absorb light. My stomach drops as Edvard gestures toward Talia with lazy indifference."Take her to my brother," he says, his voice casual. Like he's discussing where to store luggage. "He'll appreciate her."The words make my blood run cold. The way he says appreciate—"No!" I lunge forward, trying to reach Talia.The fae moves toward her, reaching for her arm.She punches him square in the

KAIADarkness surrounds me, thick and suffocating.Then slowly, shapes begin to form. Colors bleed through the black—brown, gray, the dull red of rust.My vision clears.I'm standing in a wasteland. Scorched earth stretches in every direction, broken trees jutting from the ground like skeletal fingers. The smell hits me first—iron and decay, thick enough to taste. My stomach turns, bile rising in my throat.Then I see them.Two bodies lie before me, grotesquely mangled. My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay upright.Vincent. Mom.The details are too visceral, too real. Torn clothing soaked thro

KAIADarkness releases me slowly, like pulling myself from deep water.The first thing I register is warmth. Solid, surrounding warmth. Vincent's arms around me, his scent filling my lungs.I'm not in the cell anymore.My eyes flutter open. Sunlight filters through trees overhead—real sunlight, not the cold torchlight of the Fae realm. The smell of pine and earth replaces the rot and blood of that place."Kaia?" Vincent's voice is rough with relief. "Can you hear me?"I try to speak, but my throat is too dry. I manage a small nod instead."Thank god." He pulls me tighter against his chest, and I realize he's carrying me. His heart pounds against my ea