Broken: Claiming her place のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Ariana’s POVI just couldn't get used to the now peaceful halls, the serene view, having a room to myself.While still captivated by the serenity of sunlight creeping through the curtains, a knock comes from the door.Not sharp. Not impatient. Deliberate.“Ariana,” a deep voice says through the door. “Alpha Fernando sent for you.”My stomach tightens.I smoothen my shirt, tuck the pendant beneath it, and follow the guard through Silvermoon’s halls. Morning light continues to spill through the tall windows, catching on carved wood highlighting the stone floors which were now worn smooth by generations of footsteps. This place feels… old. Rooted. Nothing like the chaos Valenti-moon thrived on.We stop in front of double doors etched with crescent moons and wolf sigils.“Go in,” the guard says, stepping away.I hesitate only a second before pushing the doors open.The room beyond steals my breath.It’s large, but not cold. Warm light filters in from high windows, illuminating shelves and

Fernando’s POVMy biggest mistake was letting her live. I should have killed her the moment I realized who she was.Ariana Valenti. Blood of my enemy. The living reminder of every loss I’d buried under dirt, bullets, and bad decisions. Her father’s name was carved into my memory with fire and iron, feeding vengeance which was tied to a night that never stopped bleeding.I wanted revenge. I had wanted it for so long that it had become part of me; sharp, constant, righteous.But the universe decided to make a spectacle of me.Because the moment I dragged her off that bridge, the moment her pulse thudded wild beneath my fingers, I felt it.The bond.Old. Ancient. Unforgiving.Mate.I hate that word.Now she stands a few feet away from me in the abandoned warehouse, rainwater sliding down her hair, soaking her clothes, clinging to her skin exposing her curves . Every drip feels like a test. Every shiver pulls something feral and furious out of my chest.I don’t let my eyes linger but I se

Fernando’s POVI shouldn’t have been there.I tell myself that as I walk past the guest room, the one I had personally instructed to be prepared for her. Fresh sheets, flowers, a nice view, floral scents, and extra locks. A room close enough that I could reach it in seconds if anything went wrong.I don’t do things like that for guests. I have never done such.Yet my steps slow anyway.Something in my chest tightens, a low, restless pull that makes me scan the hallway, every inch, corner, shadow, every door. The instinct is sharp and irrational, like I’m waiting to catch someone in the act of harming her or plotting to.Get a grip, I think.Ariana Valenti is not my responsibility. She’s here because of circumstance. Because of unfinished business. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor.I turn away, heading toward my chambers.That’s when I hear it.A soft sound. Broken. Wrong.A whimper causing me to stop dead in my tracks.For a moment, I convince myself it’s nothing, pipes settlin

Fernando’s POV“Enough,” I said, my voice cutting through Amelia’s cries like a blade.The field fell silent.I didn’t even look at her at first. My eyes were still on Ariana, on the way her chest rose and fell, on the faint tremor in her hands, on the air around her that still felt… charged. Power lingered there, sharp, heavy and undeniable.“It was a fight,” I continued, finally turning to Amelia. “You asked for it. You got it. There’s no need whining like a child.”Amelia stared at me as if I had struck her. “Fernando, but… she tried to kill me,” she insisted, clutching her side dramatically. “You saw her, didn’t you? You saw exactly what she did!”Yes. I saw.And that was exactly why I wasn’t buying her act.“I also saw you provoke her,” I said coldly. “I warned you not to spar with her. But you insisted.”Her eyes flickered, just for a second. Guilt. Fear. Something ugly beneath the surface.That was all the confirmation I needed.“Go to the healer if you’re injured.” I said, voi

Amelia’s POVI stood with my arms folded, boots sinking slightly into the loose gravel as the sound of engines faded into the distance.Fernando and Ariana disappeared down the road, the bike shrinking until it was nothing but dust and heat waves. I didn’t blink until they were completely gone. I wanted that image burned into my mind the way she clung to him, the way his body angled instinctively to shield her.Disgust curled in my stomach.Raymond stood behind me, close enough that I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck. He’d been quiet the whole time, watching just like I was. Studying. Calculating.“This would gradually become sour,” I said softly, breaking the silence. A laugh slipped out of me, light and amused, though there was nothing funny about it. “And Fernando might have no choice but to kill the little princess with his own hands.”I turned to face Raymond, smiling as I said it. His expression flickered something between unease and fascination.He didn’t laugh.“Yo