《Mending A Broken Alpha》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Freya’s POV I realized very quickly that I was not the center of Dante’s world.For a man everyone feared, a man whose name alone made Alphas cautious and Packs uneasy, his attention was not easily held—not by drama, not by emotions, and certainly not by the complicated mess Mason had brought into my life again.Dante had something bigger.Something heavier.Something that had nothing to do with me.And the more I stayed in Moonclaw Pack, the more I began to see it clearly—not in the things he said, because Dante rarely explained himself, but in the way he moved, the way he carried silence like a weapon, and the way every decision he made felt like it was tied to something far beyond the present moment.It was Gideon who said it first.Not directly, of course. Nothing was ever direct in this Pack.“You should rest more,” he told me one evening as I stood in the lab, staring too long at a set of results I had already read three times. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately.”I

I knew the moment Dante returned.Not because anyone told me, and not because I saw him immediately, but because the entire Pack shifted in a way that was impossible to miss, like a silent command had been issued without words and everyone had fallen back into a sharper, more disciplined version of themselves.Even the air felt tighter.Controlled.And for some reason, that made my chest feel just as tight.I was in the clinic when it happened, standing over a tray of vials, carefully measuring out a new dosage for Ethan’s treatment while trying to ignore the dull ache behind my eyes from lack of sleep, when one of the junior physicians rushed in, his steps too hurried for something routine.“Alpha Dante is back,” he said, slightly out of breath, like the information itself carried weight.I paused, the dropper hovering mid-air before I carefully set it down, forcing my hands to remain steady.“Alright,” I replied calmly, even though something in me had already begun to brace itself.

There are days when everything feels like it is balancing on the edge of something sharp, and all it takes is one small mistake, one overlooked moment, for everything to come crashing down, and that day, without knowing it yet, I had already made that mistake.Aya had been restless from the moment she woke up, trailing behind me as I moved from one task to another, her small fingers tugging at my sleeve, her voice soft but persistent as she tried to get my attention in the only ways she knew how.“Mama, look at me.”“Mama, I can draw now.”“Mama, will you stay with me today?”Each time, I answered, but not really, because my eyes were always somewhere else, my mind buried under Ethan’s worsening condition, under the pressure of getting the treatment right, under the quiet tension that had settled in the Packhouse ever since Mason arrived and refused to leave.“Later, Aya,” I had said more than once, brushing her hair back absentmindedly without even looking at her properly. “I just ne

The moment Mason walked out of the room, the air changed in a way I could feel in my lungs, like something tight had snapped, leaving behind a silence that was somehow heavier than the tension that had filled the space before.I didn’t look at Dante immediately.I couldn’t.Because even without meeting his eyes, I could feel it, the weight of what had just been revealed, the truth I had buried for five years now laid out between us without any protection, without the careful distance I had built to keep myself safe.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.And in that silence, every possible outcome played through my mind at once.Anger.Rejection.Punishment.I had prepared myself for all of that.What I hadn’t prepared for was restraint.“Leave,” Dante said finally, his voice low, directed at no one in particular, but I knew he meant Mason, and I knew from the quiet that followed that he had obeyed.The door closed.And just like that, it was only the two of us.I let out a slow brea

The moment I said the final words about Ethan’s treatment, outlining the schedule, the dosage, the precautions they needed to take once they returned to Bloodhall, I felt something inside me settle in a way it hadn’t in days, not relief exactly, but the quiet certainty that I had done everything I could for the boy, and that whatever happened next was no longer in my hands.Ethan lay asleep on the bed, his breathing more stable than it had been when they first brought him in, his small chest rising and falling in a rhythm that no longer made my heart race with fear, and I allowed myself one brief glance at him before stepping back, because staying any longer would only complicate things I was already struggling to keep together.“His condition will improve as long as the treatment is followed exactly as I’ve instructed,” I said, keeping my tone professional, controlled, even though I could feel Mason’s gaze on me like a weight I refused to acknowledge. “Miss a dose, delay the transfus