All Chapters of The Broken Mate: From Cell to Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elone's POVThe rain was cold, biting into my skin like a thousand needles.I pulled the oversized sleeves of my prison rags tighter around me, my arms wrapped in a futile attempt to stop the trembling. Behind me, the iron gates of Hollowstone Dungeon slammed shut, the heavy, metallic thud swallowed by the relentless downpour.Three years.I'd made it out alive.But my chest felt hollow, as empty as the leaden sky above. I couldn't feel anything anymore.I limped along the stone perimeter. Every step was a fresh agony, like walking on silver shards. The scar on my left ankle—the one left by a silver lash—throbbed in the damp air, the pain seeping deep into the marrow of my bones before crawling up my leg. I used to run under the moonlight, a silver wolf of grace and speed. Now, even a simple walk made my legs shake with exhaustion.A black SUV cut through the mist, blocking my path.Mounted on the door was a crest I knew too well: the wrought-iron wolf head of the Greyman Pack.My fac

Elone's POVI suddenly couldn't breathe.I dug my nails into my palms. That sharp spike of pain was the only thing pulling me back from the suffocating weight of Marcus's words."Improved your methods of seduction."The accusation lashed across my soul like a silver whip. It wasn't a physical sting; it was a deep, searing burn in the very core of my being.He really saw me that way.In the back of my mind, my wolf, Sia, let out a low, pathetic whimper before falling into a deafening silence.It took a long time for me to swallow the lump in my throat.I looked up and forced a small, hollow smile."Marcus."My voice was calm—so calm it sounded foreign to my own ears. It wasn't the pleading, cautious tone I used to use. It was something forged in the pitch-black cells of Hollowstone: tempered, sharp, and restrained."You cannot use the feelings I once had for you as a license to trample on my dignity."I looked him straight in the eye, punctuating every word. "That era is over."Marcus

Elone's POVI wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand."Tell her I'm unwell," I said coldly. "I won't be attending."Silence stretched for two beats.The maid's voice dropped, shedding its thin veil of politeness. "Luna Isolde told me to remind you: today is Astoria's birthday. If you don't show, the world will think the Moonsilver pack is fractured. The Council might reconsider their—mercy—toward you."She leaned in, her voice a sharp warning. "Remember, the silver chains in Hollowstone are always hungry for more.""In this entire pack, when have Astoria and I ever been at peace?" I let my aura flare—a cold, jagged aura that made the omega maid flinch and pin her eyes to the floor.I didn't wait for her response. I headed downstairs.In the grand hall, Astoria was a vision of perfection, surrounded by the daughters of high-ranking Alphas. She held a crystal flute of crimson deer blood wine, tilting it elegantly toward her lips.Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced the air.

Elone's POVI ripped back my sleeves, exposing the jagged, ropey scars left by the silver chains."See?" I hissed, my voice echoing through the sudden silence. "Where were you when my wolf was screaming in that cell? Where were you when I had to tear my own flesh just to pull away from the silver? Did a single one of you care?""Every full moon," I said, my gaze piercing the crowd like a blade, "the silver dust in my blood would ignite. It felt like being incinerated from the inside out, over and over again. But it's fine. After three years, I've grown quite fond of the taste of being burned alive."The high-bred Alpha daughters, girls who had never known anything but silk and luxury, went deathly pale. Some covered their mouths; others looked away, unable to stomach the sight of my mangled skin."Is this too much for you? This is nothing. I have dozens more on my back exactly like this."I stared down the aristocrats who looked at me with such disdain. "Do you want me to strip right

Elone's POVThe hall fell into a tomb-like silence.Aldric and Isolde traded a look—half confused, half incredulous—as if I were speaking a language they didn't understand.I glanced up the stairs at Astoria, who was still leaning into Marcus's side."Look at them. They're a perfect match," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet. "A Gamma and a fraud of an Alpha's daughter. I'm done being the thorn in their little love story."Aldric stormed forward, his Alpha aura flared in a suffocating wave of fury. "Have you lost your mind, Elone? Did that fall scramble your brain? A mating contract isn't something you throw away just because you're having a tantrum!"He slammed his palm onto the oak table, the wood splintering under his strength.His aura hit me like a physical wall, sending a fresh spike of agony through my scarred ankle. I didn't bow. I didn't even blink."Are you really this jealous of Astoria?" he growled. "Marcus has spent time with her for pack business, and you're read