Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken alpha with his saving grace mate : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Gracelyn POVThe forest felt darker tonight. Shadows stretched longer, moving as if they had a life of their own. Even the wind carried a warning, brushing against my skin like icy fingers. I knew instinctively that danger was close.“Damon…” I whispered, turning to him. His presence was a shield, green eyes alert, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.He stepped closer, hand brushing my back, and I felt it — the bond flaring hotter than ever, pressing us together, fangs grazing faintly, marking. My chest tightened.“You’re safe with me,” he said, low and possessive. “I see you. All of you. Every curve, every inch… every scar and line. You’re mine. Don’t hide from me, Gracelyn.”I swallowed hard. I had always been self-conscious about my weight. Society told me curves were too much, that bones were for beauty, meat was wrong. But his words… his eyes… his touch told me otherwise. Bones are for dogs. Meat is for men. And my man… Damon… was hungry for me. Not just my heart, but

Damon & Gracelyn POVThe forest was alive with shadow and sound, a predator’s playground. My senses screamed before my eyes even caught movement: boots crunching against leaves, low growls carried on the wind.“Viktor,” I growled, green eyes flaring. My wolf coiled, muscles tensing beneath my skin. He had returned, no longer a distant threat but a tangible, looming danger. And now he knew… he knew about her.Gracelyn pressed close to me, wolf coiled tight, body shivering with a mix of fear and desire. I could smell her heartbeat, feel the bond pulsing stronger than ever. Every mark we had left on each other, every bite, every touch during our claiming ritual—it flared like wildfire in our veins.“I see you’ve been… busy,” Viktor sneered, gray eyes flicking to her curves, sneering, trying to mock her confidence. “The little mate, all soft and easy to… break.”Damon’s hand snapped to my waist, pressing me flush to him. “She is not yours to judge,” he growled, fangs flashing faintly. “Sh

Gracelyn & Damon POVThe night after the Luna ritual, the pack house was quiet. Most had retired to their quarters, leaving just us. The torches cast long shadows, flickering across the timbered walls. I could feel Damon’s presence behind me, green eyes watching, protective, possessive. My wolf surged, coiling tight, desperate.I swallowed hard. “Damon…” I whispered, turning to face him. “I’ve… I’ve never really… belonged anywhere. I’ve never had friends… never been allowed to have… mates… not really.” My voice caught. “My first fated mate… he… he rejected me. Said I wasn’t… perfect. Not his type. I… I thought maybe… maybe that’s all I’d ever be.”Damon’s green eyes softened just slightly, but the intensity didn’t fade. He stepped closer, hands pressing to my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Gracelyn,” he murmured, voice low, rough, possessive. “You are more than perfect. You are mine. Curves, softness, strength… everything about you is exactly what I want. Every inch. Bones are

Gracelyn POVMorning came too quickly.My body ached in the most delicious way — marked, claimed, loved. Faint tingles still lingered along my neck and shoulders where Damon’s teeth had grazed me. My wolf purred beneath my skin, lazy but alert, satisfied yet hungry for more.Damon was already awake.He stood by the window of our room in the pack house, sunlight cutting across his broad shoulders. Every line of him radiated Alpha power — strength, command, possession. And yet when he turned toward me, his green eyes softened.“You’re staring,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.I stretched slowly, deliberately, letting the sheet slide just enough to make his gaze darken. “Maybe I like what I see.”His jaw tightened. “Careful, mate.”I smirked.Gods, who was I becoming?A week ago I would have hidden under blankets, self-conscious about every curve, every softness. Now? I rolled onto my side, letting him look. Letting him want.“Training today?” I asked sweetly.“Yes,” he replie