บททั้งหมดของ Broken: Claiming her place: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Elena’s POVI watched them from my seat, fingers curled tightly around the goblet of red wine I hadn’t taken a sip from since the competition began.Liam was supposed to dominate this trial. He was Valenti-moon’s pride, their future Alpha, my future. Yet every time he charged forward with reckless aggression, that outcast, Fernando countered with brutal precision. The Rogue King didn’t just ride; he calculated. He didn’t just strike; he waited for the perfect moment to do so.And when he did, Liam fell.The sound of his body hitting the ground wasn’t the worst part. It was the laughter that followed.The entire arena seemed to erupt with the sound of bikers roaring with amusement, spectators pointing, even some of our own maids failing to hide their reactions. My jaw clenched as another maid approached with a tray of water, her shoulders shaking as she tried her best and failed not to laugh.I snapped my head toward her.Our eyes met.She froze.Her hand flew to her mouth. “I–I’m sorr

Ariana’s POVThe noise around me felt distant, like I was underwater.Engines roared, the crowd cheered, metal clashed against metal, but I sat there on the wooden bench with my hands folded tightly in my lap, pretending I was still part of the moment. Pretending I wasn’t slowly unraveling. I kept my gaze forward, refusing to look at Fernando’s seat beside me which was still empty. Maybe that was deliberate. Maybe it wasn’t.My phone buzzed.I almost ignored it. I don’t respond to unknown numbers, but I checked it anyways.My thumb hovered, a strange heaviness settling in my chest before I even opened it. Some instincts were cruel that way, they were always warnings, but never made attempts to stop you.The world tilted.Fernando was slumped in a bed, eyes closed, his body angled toward Elena. And Elena was way too close, too intimate, her blouse undone just enough to say everything without saying anything at all, pictures really do tell a thousand stories. The angle was unforgiving.

Fernando’s POVDespite everything, my scores in the physical trials were untouchable. Every drop of sweat, every bruise, every reckless turn on the field had spoken louder than lies ever could.“By performance ranking,” the announcer boomed, “the Silver moon emerges the winner of this year’s trials…”My pack erupted.Engines revved. Fists slammed into the air. Pride burned bright in their eyes, and for a split second, I allowed myself to feel it too.“...however,” the voice continued, “the Council of Clubs has resolved to withhold the Golden Badge until the ongoing moral investigation is concluded.”The cheers died down, replaced by murmurs.I didn’t flinch.I had expected this.The Golden Badge wasn’t just metal, it was honor coated in gold. And right now, my honor was being held hostage by a lie. I met the Council’s gaze from across the field, my expression hard. Enjoy your leverage, I thought. It won’t last long.I turned away before anyone could read more into my silence.That was

Fernando’s POVAmelia’s reaction unsettled me more than Elena’s presence ever could.She didn’t glare. She didn’t scoff. She didn’t try to stake a claim like she usually did. Her behaviour struck me as strange. Instead, she looked… relieved. Almost satisfied. As if Elena standing beside me fixed something she’d already accepted as broken.For some weird reason, Amelia didn’t have a problem with me being with Elena.But I knew better.Her eyes flicked once, just once toward the corridor Ariana had disappeared down earlier. That was where her concern truly lived.She adjusted her jacket and exhaled. “I’ll leave you two,” she said casually. “Seems like grown people business.”Then she walked away, heels clicking against the concrete floor, leaving silence thick between Elena and me.I didn’t waste time.“What’s the plan now?” I asked, my voice low, controlled.Elena tilted her head, studying me like she was deciding how much truth I could handle. Her lips curved into a small smile, not p

Ariana’s POVMy lungs burned like they were lined with fire.I had been running for so long that my legs no longer felt like they belonged to me. They moved out of stubbornness, not strength. The supposed masked man was gone. He had vanished into the trees like smoke, leaving nothing behind but confusion and the echo of my own frantic breathing.I stopped at last, bent over, hands braced against my knees.Alone.The woods were too quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears until you start hearing your own heartbeat. I straightened slowly and forced myself to walk. Running wasn’t an option anymore. Each step sent a dull ache up my calves, but I kept going, guiding myself by instinct rather than direction.I didn’t know how long I walked before I came across a hut.Pretty small, old, half-swallowed by vines and shadow. The woods holding the hut looked tired, like it had been standing there longer than it should have. Relief flooded me so suddenly that my knees nearly buck