All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken human Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ElaraThey say love conquers all. However, love destroyed everything for me.My name is Elara Vale, and I am a slave in my father's household– not because he was weak, but because he loved too deeply. Would you like to know how I became a slave in the home where I once was a daughter? It began 10 years ago.★Ten years ago ★My father, Vincent Vale, came back from the pack war victorious. Blooded.Tired. Unbroken.Whether the fight is dangerous or not, he always returns alive.The day before, the Nightfang Pack was about to make him the Duke of Nightfang Pack—a remarkable thing, particularly considering he was a human. You might wonder why I didn’t say my pack.That is because I no longer consider myself as one of them.Perhaps I never actually was.And to put the record straight, I am not a wolf. I am human—just like my father. But even among werewolves, my father was one-of-a-kind. feared and admired despite the fact that he never had a wolf.My mother, Lydia Vale, was a werewo

★Elara★ When I got back from the market, my hands hurt really bad and my legs felt like they were on fire. The manor gates stood right ahead, tall and scary, iron bars forming long shadows on the stone path. Guards stood up straighter when they saw the baskets I was holding in my hands, they looked over me with practiced indifferences. No one offered to help. They never did. I went inside just as the sun was about to go down. The warmth I had felt in the market, brief and fragile, faded away the moment the doors closed behind me. “About time.” Lyra’s voice sounded through the entry hall. She stands near the staircase with two other noblewomen, laughter raining the moment she sees me. Her eyes roamed over the baskets, then my face, searching for fault. “You were told to be quick,” she added coldly. “I came as fast as I could,” I said, lowering my head down. “The stores were full.” She scoffed. “Excuses.” One of the women wrinkled her nose. “Is that the human?” Lyra smiled

★ Elara ★The manor changed when important guests were coming.It always did.The air grew tighter. Sharper. Like the walls were not breathing but holding it.I felt it before anyone could tell me.Before my name was called.Before the door locks would be inspected or checked once instead of twice.I was on my knees in the east corridor, cleaning the marble floors already cleaned enough to show my face back at me. My fingers ached. The skin around my nails were torn and raw, but I kept scrubbing and cleaning, because stopping meant being noticed—and being noticed was never safe for me.“Elara.”My body paused before my mind did.I flinched.And, turned slowly.There stood Lyra at the end of the hall, dressed not in silk tonight but in fitted black leather, her hair styled neatly, her eyes always sharp with purpose. Behind her, stood two guards, pretending not to see.“You are needed,” she said.Not asked.I lowered my head. “Yes.”She looked me over like one inspects something borr

There had been no flowers in that garden for years. The moonflowers hung their heads down to the ground where they would be supported by their tangled vines, and their soft petals once again gently bowed inward as if they had learned to neglect themselves too.At the center the stone bench cracked, with moss moving slowly into the cracked opening like time trying to wipe away memories.Elara sat there anyway.She holds her hands together tightly on her lap, her fingers shaking despite her efforts to calm them down. She could fell the cold night air on her skin, carrying the far away sounds of party laughter and music coming from the manor halls.The party had started.Candles Burns unsteadily. Glasses clink together making a sharp sound. Alphas laughed.And her mother was being held,bleeding in a cell under the earth.Elara closed her eyes shut.She could still see her mother's pale face, bruises too fresh to hide when ever she close her eyes, chains digging into her skin that had on

Elara barely slept. Every time she wants to, she will fill it again—that pull in her chest, steady and relentless, like a surge of feeling's that refused to calm down. She turned to her little bed, the thin blanket curled around her legs, heart racing for reasons she couldn’t explain aloud. Silver eyes haunted her thoughts. Not cruel. Not cold. Watching. Protective. Dangerous. She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing slowly. “This is just fear,” she whispered to the darkness. “ This is just fear," “That’s all.” But fear don't feel like warmth spreading through veins. Fear didn’t make her skin reacts like it remembered something it had never known. A knock sounded suddenly. Sharp. Commanding. “Elara.” Her body stiffened instantly. Victor. She came down from her bed and smoothed her dress, fingers trembling as she opened the door and lowered her gaze, just as she’d been trained to do. “Yes, Uncle.” His eyes gazed over her quickly, assessing. Calculating. The way th