All Chapters of Shattered By The Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Eleven Zara POV, I could feel the heat radiating from Alpha Silas’s back against my chest as his fingers were laced firmly through mine. It was a silent, blistering declaration of ownership that made my chest hum with a confusing mix of relief and terror. Across the room Alpha Lir froze, and I watched his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of my work bench, his rings digging into the wood and I could hear the distinct creak of the timber protesting under his strength. He was a predator in another man’s den, surrounded by Silas’s guards and Silas’s scent, and the effort it took for him to stay still was visible in the frantic pulse jumping in his neck. “You’re shaking Lir.” Alpha Silas said. “Is the attic air too thin for a Silvercrest Alpha? Or is it just the realization that your checkbook doesn't have a seat at this table?” Alpha Lir's jaw tightened so hard I thought his jaw might break. "I didn't come here to trade insults with you, Silas," Alpha L

Chapter Thirteen Zara POV The mustard silk of my gown was suffocating. It clung to my ribs like a trap, tightening with every breath I forced into my lungs. Every single time the heavy oak doors swung open, a treacherous, humiliating jolt shot through my spine. My wolf lunged toward the gap, desperate and pathetic, sniffing the air for the scent of crisp winter rain and expensive scotch. Hunting for Lir. He’s gone, I snapped at the beast inside me, clamping my fingers around the stem of my champagne flute until my knuckles turned as white as the marble pillars surrounding us. He walked out. For the second time in five years, he looked right at you and chose his throne. He chose Elara. "You look like you’re bracing for an impact," Silas’s voice drifted over my shoulder, warm and steady. He stepped into my space, his presence a cooling balm against the jagged heat Lir had left behind. "I'm just... adjusting to the light," I lied, forcing a hollow smile that didn't reach my eyes

Chapter Fifteen Zara Fen POV, I force my eyes open, the early morning light filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the room, illuminating a scene that makes my heart stop. I'm not in my workshop. I’m not in the safety of Silas’s wing. I’m on a bed that smells suffocatingly of lilies and absolute betrayal. I look down at my own body, and a silent, choked scream catches in my throat. My mustard-yellow silk gown—the one Silas gifted me, the one Emily carefully dressed me in for the ball—is lying shredded on the floor. The bodice is torn completely apart, the fine silk hanging in ruin around my waist. "No," I whispered, the word cracking in the silence. I scramble to sit up, but the movement sends my head spinning into a violent, nauseating throb. Black spots dance in my vision and that’s when I see the note. It’s resting right on the pillow next to me, exactly where a head should have been. I reach for it, my fingers trembling so hard I nearly drop the parchment as I rea

Chapter 17 Zara Fen POV, I stand before the primary weaving machine, my fingers trembling as I touch the empty heddles. There is no silver left in storage—just the stale scent of sawdust and the crushing weight of a title I currently have no way to fulfill. “The tension is everything, Zara.” My father’s voice is so crystal clear in my mind it makes my breath instantly hitch. I can practically see his hands fumbling on the table in the dark of our old kitchen. He died during the Alpha wars. It was seventeen years ago, back when the packs aggressively shut down their borders over a bitter dispute about water rights. I was only five years old, yet I still vividly remember the exact moment the light left his eyes. It wasn't from a physical injury alone, but from the soul-crushing weight of a warrior forced into absolute stillness, unable to fight or defend his own. He died as a pack warrior who could not protect his family. I won't be him. I can't be. "The logs are empty, Zara." I

Chapter NineteenZara Fen POV,The interior of the SUV was a tomb of expensive leather and the smell of fading sandalwood. Outside, the Gray Peaks were a blurred smear of white and black, the snow lashing against the windshield like a thousand tiny needles.I was shivering. Not just from the mountain frost that had seeped into my marrow, but from the vibration of Alpha Lir’s voice still echoing in my skull rent free. I gripped the edge of the seat, my knuckles white. I felt small. I had walked into that lodge as the Head of a Guild, and I had walked out as a scandal."Stop it, Zara."Alpha Silas’s voice was low, rough with a frustration he wasn't trying to hide. He didn't look at me, his eyes were locked on the treacherous, winding road."Stop what?" I whispered, my voice cracking."Stop apologizing in your head," he said, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I can hear the gears turning from here. You’re blaming yourself for the tax and also for his temper.""He doubled the