All Chapters of A broken Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah’s POVI didn’t understand what was happening.One moment, I was bracing myself for pain—for the sharp slap that usually followed my clumsy steps, the way he would pin me against the cold tile and growl that an omega like me didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him. For the cutting words that always came like clockwork: “Clumsy little bitch. You think the world revolves around your fragile needs?”And the next…Hunter Silver was holding me like I might break.My breath came out in uneven, shallow gasps, each one a sharp tug in my bruised ribs. My fingers trembled where they hovered near his chest before curling into the fabric of his shirt—thick, black cotton that smelled faintly of the cedar soap he used and the faint metallic tang of his cologne. I could feel the heat of him radiating through the material, solid and unrelenting, overwhelming in a way that made my omega instincts stir in ways I hated. Or maybe… didn’t hate.I squeezed my eyes shut so hard the world behind m

Sarah’s POVThe night didn’t quiet after that.It pressed in, heavy and suffocating, like the walls of his mansion themselves were alive—listening, memorizing, ready to feed every broken breath back to him when he chose to demand it. I don’t know how long I stayed curled like that on the edge of the bed, knees pulled tight to my chest, forehead pressed into the thin fabric of the oversized shirt he’d left me. My tears soaked through it until the black cotton clung cold and damp against my skin, until even that faint, lingering warmth of him faded into something lifeless and empty. The fabric smelled like cedar and rain and him—sharp, dark, overwhelming—and it only made the humiliation worse. Nothing underneath, my thighs bare and goose-pimpled, the cool air of the room kissing every inch of exposed skin like a reminder of how little I truly owned anymore.Time didn’t move here. Not in his world. Not in this prison he’d built around me.Eventually, the crying stopped. Not because I fel

The silence he left behind didn’t feel empty.It felt crowded. Suffocating. Like his presence hadn’t actually left the room at all—like it still pressed against the walls, coiled in the air, watching from every shadow, waiting for the next crack in the armor I’d tried so desperately to maintain. I stayed exactly where I was long after the door shut with that final, loud click. My eyes remained locked on it, unblinking, burning into the wood grain as if sheer force of will could somehow undo every merciless word he’d just carved into me. It didn’t. Nothing ever did. Not when he spoke to me like I was nothing more than a mistake the Moon Goddess had made and he was forced to live with.My fingers slowly loosened from the fabric of the oversized shirt, but only for a heartbeat—because the instant the cold air hit my bare thighs, the fabric slid from my grip and the world felt even colder. My arms snapped back up instantly, clutching the material again, dragging it tighter around my body

Sarah's POVMorning came too soon.Or maybe it never really came at all.I didn’t remember sleeping. If I had, it hadn’t been rest—it had been something heavier, darker, the kind of sleep that drags you under without comfort and spits you back out just as broken as before. The first thing I felt was the cold. It clung to my skin, sharp and invasive, seeping through the thin fabric still wrapped around me. My body was stiff, curled awkwardly on the bed where I must’ve collapsed at some point during the night. My neck ached. My ankle throbbed—worse now, swollen and tight beneath the bandage Hunter had tied with careful, merciless hands.For a moment, I didn’t move.I just stared at the ceiling, blank, empty, like my mind hadn’t caught up to reality yet. The heavy blackout curtains still blocked the city lights, but a thin sliver of gray dawn had crept in through the gap, painting the dark wood panels in muted shadows. The room looked the same. Too big. Too clean. Too empty. Like nothing

I looked down at the untouched plate, the food blurring before my eyes. The bond flickered faintly in my chest—a warm pulse, like embers stirring in the dark. I ignored it. Or tried to. It was there, undeniable, tugging at something deep inside me I didn’t want to acknowledge. Hunter’s scent still clung to my skin from last night, mixed with the faint alpha pine that now seemed to belong to Bryce as well.“I don’t expect you to accept any of this easily,” Bryce added, his tone gentler now, almost paternal. “But you will be treated as his mate while you are under this roof. No one will question it. Not the staff. Not the pack. Not even Hunter, once he’s had time to cool off.” He paused, then continued, “You will attend the gathering tonight. Not as an outsider. As his mate.”My stomach tightened sharply. “Tonight?” The word escaped before I could stop it. “But… I’m not ready. I just got here. My ankle—”“It will be fine,” Bryce interrupted smoothly, but there was no room for argument i