All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken human Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Elara pov. The night was loud with celebration, yet everything inside me was silent.Drums sounded across Nightfang territory, heavy and loud, the kind that shake the earth and remind wolves who they were. Firelight danced against the Manor walls, shadows colliding and leaping like spirit drunk on moonlight. Laughter floats through the air, joy and Distraction. The perfect cover.The perfect moment.I sat alone like always, at the edge of the courtyard, fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, feeling the bond tug at my chest like a living thing. They were waiting. I feel it, three steady presence, tense, coiled, ready to move the moment I stepped into the forest path behind the old granary. Ronan's controlled fire, Sila's sharp, restless awareness, kael's quiet, watchful calm. My Alphas. My mates.My undoing.This was the plan. During the festival, while Nightfang drowned itself in wine and tradition, the triplets would take me and my mother and disappear into the night

Elara locked the door with shaking hands.The sound was small. Final.She stood by the door, for a while forehead against the door, while counting her breaths, one, two, three untill till the noise faded into a dull sound. Music drifted through the stone like a lie. Laughter and cups clinking. Celebration.None of it belonged to her.She moved around the room quietly, not to disturb the sparse belongings she'd already arranged. There were not much. She learned long ago not to get to attached to things that could be taken away. On the bed was a folded dark cloak unmarked, which Kael had given to her days ago without a word to hide her scent for a little while, eyes stead, expression unreadable. She had not thanked him. Because she didn't trust her voice to hold. Her fingers tightened around the fabric, as she picked it up. This is happening, she told herself. This is real. Her chest ached as the bond stirred restlessly, as if the triplets could feel her moving further away with

Elara felt it before she heard anything. It hit her like a sudden breath dragged from her lungs—sharp, burning, alive. She stumbled. The hood on her cloak slipped as she held the stone wall beside her, fingers digging in it as if the earth could steady her. The passage was cold and damp, lit by a single enchanted ember floating ahead, guiding her path away from Nighfang to her mother. Away from them. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Please… not now.” The bond surged. Not gently. Not pleading. It roared. Her chest ached as if three invisible hands were wrapped around her heart and pulled. Images flashed, silver eyes blazing, jaw clenched, wolves on the move, rage, fear, purpose. They were coming. Tears filled her eyes instantly. “Stop,” she begged the empty corridor. “I can’t— I can’t do this.” But the bond didn’t listen. It never had. Elara gasped as the bond wrapped and tightened around her chest, her knees weakened as pain and longing joined together. She p

Elara froze.The world did not stop, but she came to a halt . Her breath stopped so fast that it burned her lungs, her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress as something hit her chest like a living thing. Ronan.Not his name—his emotion.Raw. Violent. Breaking.Her knees felt really weak and she stumbled backwards, she puts her palm flat on the wall as the bond flared to life, no longer gentle but like a wave tearing through her veins. “Ronan…”she called silently, not knowing she said it aloud.The emotion spreads through her ribs, sharp and painful, and something else it was darker, anger so strong it made her stomach twist. It wasn't her's, it could not be. He’s losing control.The realization hit her harder than the fear she was feeling at the moment.Her heartbeat so loud in her ears, as flashes slip's into her mind, silver light and bones cracking, like claws digging into the ground, his wolf huge and furious, trying to get out from his body, that felt like a cage