Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breaking the Bond: The Alpha Who Called Me Fake Begs for Mercy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

Losing consciousness was just the start of another form of torment to me. The bloody, foolish memories I'd fought to forget surged back, tearing through me while my mind was weak.Drevan loved bare-knuckle fights. Any territorial dispute with rival packs turned into a battle for dominance. His skill was unquestionable, and years of relentless training had left him undefeated.There was one time when two of his ribs were broken in a fight. At that moment, I was at home waiting for him. The pain hit so suddenly that I tumbled down the stairs. I felt my chest cave in, and each inhale made me feel as though I were gulping down shards of glass.But I didn't seek medical help. I had a condition almost unheard of among the wolves called Sympathetic Pain, where I'd take on every bit of pain my mate felt.I was bound to Draven through this curse. Any injury dealt to him appeared on my body instead. Even healers couldn't find anything wrong with me, and they all thought I was losing my mind.

I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. Every bone in my body felt like it had been broken and reconnected. The pain was unbearable, but I was still alive, and that was all that mattered.Even though my body was wrecked, the thought of what I was going to do next gave me a surge of adrenaline that got me out of bed.I used to believe going through the mate bond with Drevan was my only way to survive. I had also convinced myself it was for his sake. But the truth was that there had always been a more ruthless and decisive way to break the Sympathetic Pain curse. If my mate sincerely rejected me, I could cut my own flesh to forcibly reverse the Sympathetic Pain curse and send all that suffering back to him tenfold.I'd always known this was possible, but I'd loved Drevan too much. The thought of causing him pain felt unbearably cruel, so I'd chosen three years of torture over letting him suffer even the slightest bit.But at the altar, Drevan had publicly crushed whatever love I ha

The three days after I broke the curse were hell for the Darkmoon pack.Drevan the "Invincible Alpha" had fallen. The screaming from his mansion never stopped. Even the brush of fabric against his skin made him convulse in pain. He lay there like a cripple, bare-chested and paralyzed in bed. His fractured spine refused to heal, and broken ribs pierced his organs. Healers came and went, but none could help him. This was the debt he had to pay.When one of the mighty fell, everyone else struck while they were down. That was the survival rule of the pack.The Bloodfang pack in the neighboring territory caught wind of Drevan's downfall on the second day. They subsequently launched a probing attack on the northern mining area.In the past, Drevan would have charged over alone and torn them apart. But now, he needed a heavy dosage of painkillers just to get out of bed. In the end, the northern area fell without a fight.On the third day, the southern commercial street was annexed by a

"For the past two years, I've been in constant pain. It hurts when my clothes rub against my skin or when the wind blows past me," Drevan said, letting out a hysterical laugh and tapping his chest. He continued, "But somehow that made me happy, because I knew this was what you'd suffered through. We were finally experiencing the same pain together. Isn't that a shared understanding in its own way?"If you'd just come back to me, I'd be willing to endure this pain for the rest of my life. I would…"The fruit knife in my hand suddenly slipped, and the blade grazed across my fingertip.Drevan gasped and jerked violently. He lost control of his movements, convulsing so hard that he nearly toppled from his wheelchair.Now that the curse was reversed, that minor cut hit him like being slashed with a blade.Something clattered from his shirt pocket as he spasmed in pain. It rolled across the grass with a crisp sound. I froze when I saw a gold, round pocket watch. It was the birthday