All Chapters of Broken: Claiming her place: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ariana’s POV I shouldn’t have come back here. Yet the moment my feet touched the cold earth beneath the Valenti-moon pack house, I knew I had no other choice. This place, my former home, still smelled like old power, old lies, and blood that had never truly dried. But, above all, it was my home and it still brought a warm feeling. The Black Ledger was here. I could feel it. Or at least, whatever had replaced it. I didn’t bother with the gates. With my new speed humming beneath my skin, I scaled the stone wall in seconds, fingers barely grazing the surface. I moved like a breath of wind, like something that had never learned how to exist loudly. New faces which seemed like a part of Kelvin’s patrols were doubling back, cameras blinking red, guards walking with pride they hadn’t earned. He had turned my home into a fortress. Too bad fortresses were built to keep out the living, but I was no longer a mere mortal. I slipped through an open balcony door and landed silently insid

Fernando’s POV“You’re a bitch, Mom!” Elena screamed.The words cracked through the hall, sharp and raw, slicing through the already fragile tension. Every head turned. I watched Elena push through the crowd, tears streaking down her face, her usual poise completely shattered. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her.Almost.Victoire turned slowly, regal as ever, her expression unreadable. When she spoke, her voice was calm, almost tender, which somehow made it worse. “I’m doing this for you, my little girl.”Elena laughed bitterly. “For me?” she choked. “You humiliated me. You used me. You promised mother”“I promised you power,” Victoire cut in. “And power has never been and is never clean.”The room erupted again. Elders murmured urgently among themselves, some clearly unsettled by how fast this had spiraled. I stayed silent, my arms crossed, watching Victoire like one watches a venomous snake.“This cannot be done by proclamation alone,” Elder Marrow finally said, raising his st

Fernando’s POVThe night arrives heavy, like the world itself is holding its breath in anticipation.They lead me toward the ritual circle in silence. White ash stains the ground in ancient symbols older than the Council, older than the packs and definitely older than my name. The circle glows faintly under the waning moon, as if it recognizes what is about to happen.I step inside.The air shifts immediately. It presses against my skin, sinks into my bones. This place doesn’t belong to men; it belongs to judgment. I can feel eyes on me from every possible direction; my pack, allied territories, elders, enemies.I could feel the division in the wishes toward the outcome of the fight. Some want me to fall, I can smell it on them. While others whispered prayers under their breath, hoping I may walk out alive.Raymond’s gaze finds mine across the clearing. His jaw is tight. He gives me a single nod. That’s all he can do.I roll my shoulders, steady my breathing.I’ve survived worse.And

Fernando’s POVThe moment Raymond is dragged away, something inside me fractures.The shift in the air provided the perfect opening which Kelvin had been waiting for. My head turns instinctively toward the edge of the circle, toward Raymond’s struggling form, toward the injustice burning in my chest.And in that moment, the blade hits.Silver kisses my shoulder and then sinks in, deep and deliberate. I grunt as the dagger slices across muscle and bone, and then the poison ignites. It burns like liquid fire, racing through my veins, turning my strength into molten agony.My wolf screams inside my skull.Move. Kill. Tear him apart.But another pain crashes into me, sharper, more desperate.Ariana.The mate-bond tugs violently, like someone has wrapped their hands around my heart and is pulling it apart. It’s not longing. It’s fear. Raw, panicked, screaming danger. My vision blurs, not from the poison alone, but from the overwhelming certainty that wherever she is, she’s not safe.Kelvin

Ariana’s POVThe world doesn’t explode.It disappears.One second there is fire, a violent, and hungry light, and the next there is nothing but white. The flash is so blinding that it burns itself into me. My last clear image is my own silver fur standing on end, every strand screaming danger.Then the sound hits.Not a boom. Not a blast.A roar.It crashes into my chest like a solid thing, knocking the air from my lungs, crushing thought, crushing breath. I feel myself lifted, weightless for a fraction of a second, before the ground vanishes beneath me.I am falling.Stone tears past me. The warehouse doesn’t just collapse, it gives up. The floor caves in, beams snapping like brittle bones, and I’m dragged down with it, swallowed by the earth. Something slams into my side. Then my back and my head.Darkness engulfs me whole. ****I wake up with no sense of time.No sound.No light.At first, I think I’m dead. That this endless darkness with no ray of light or sound is what comes aft