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Three Years Ago, Ironwood Pack Territory.The ceremonial clearing smelled of blood and jasmine.Sera Vane stood at the edge of the moonlit circle, her hands were trembling inside the pockets of her only clean dress. The fabric was thin, secondhand, pale blue with a stain on the hem she couldn't quite scrub out. She'd borrowed mascara from another omega and immediately smudged it. 'Don't cry. Don't hope. Don't embarrass yourself.' she reminded herself again and again.Around her, the Ironwood Pack gathered in a loose ring consisting of two hundred shifters, their eyes gleamed gold and amber in the torchlight. There were also wealthy families in dark silks, enforcers with scars crossing their throats, and Omegas like her, pressed to the back, completely invisible.Tonight was the Claiming Moon, the night when unpaired wolves over twenty were brought before the pack to scent their fated mates.Sera had never believed she'd find one.Twenty-one years old. Orphaned at twelve when her moth

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Two

Present Day: Verance CitySera poured whiskey with steady hands. Four fingers, no ice, a flick of the wrist that sent the amber liquid spinning before it settled, she'd perfected this. She slid the glass across the sticky bartop, and the grumpy regular, a werewolf from the Southside crew, grunted his thanks."You're a gem, Ser." He said."Sera," she corrected smiling. "Not Ser. Not Serena. Sera.""Whatever." He knocked back the whiskey in one gulp. "Same time tomorrow?""If the roof doesn't collapse." She wiped down the bar with a rag that smelled of bleach and old beer. "You know how landlord Thursdays go."The Rotted Oak was a dive, the kind of place where the floorboards creaked, the neon sign flickered, and the clientele had more scars than teeth. It sat on the border between Verance City's human district and the shifter underbelly, it was a grey zone where everyone pretended not to notice claws under gloves or eyes that glowed in the dark.Sera had worked here for two years.No o

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Three

POV: Caelan IronwoodSix Months Ago: Ironwood Pack TerritoryThe first time Caelan felt her again, he was drowning, not metaphorically, literally. There had been an assassination attempt; poison in his whiskey, a rogue shifter with a silver blade, and a plunge through the ice of the frozen river behind the pack house. The water was black and endless and cold enough to stop his heart.He should have died, but instead, he felt her.Sera. The omega who was supposed to be his mate. He'd felt a pulse, a heartbeat. He'd felt a golden thread connecting his chest to somewhere far, far away; Verance City, he'd learn later, and she was alive. His mate, the very one he'd rejected. The one he'd dreamed about every single night for three years. The one they'd been searching for.Her fear hit him first; she was having a nightmare, something about blood and mud and teeth, and he felt every second of it. Her terror was somehow his terror. Her grief was his grief.And somewhere beneath all that pain

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Four

The explosion tore through the van like shrapnel through flesh.Sera hit the floor. Something heavy landed on top of her; Caelan. His body was a wall of muscle and bone, blocking her from the debris that sprayed through the ruined doors."Stay down," he ordered.She didn't argue, not when they were clearly under attack. And her head still felt heavy, she was trying so hard to keep her eyes open.Through the smoke, she saw figures leaping into the van. Blackmoor's enforcers; red eyes, extended claws. They moved like wolves, all hunger and violence.Caelan shifted mid-lunge.His wolf was massive, easily three hundred pounds of silver-furred muscle. His jaws closed around the first enforcer's throat and tore. Blood sprayed and the body dropped.The second enforcer lost an arm.The third grabbed Sera and she screamed and kicked, trying to free herself. But the enforcer's grip was iron. He dragged her toward the hole in the van's back, toward the waiting SUVs.No, no, no.Her wolf stirred.

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Five

POV: Caelan IronwoodCaelan didn't go to his office on rturning, instead, he went to the training yard.The night air was cold. The moon was hidden behind clouds. He stripped off his bloodied shirt, rolled his shoulders, and began to drill.Punch. Block. Kick. Sweep.Over and over, until his muscles burned. Until his lungs screamed. Until the scent of honey and whiskey faded from his senses. But it didn't really fade.It clung to him like smoke. Like the bond he couldn't sever, couldn't complete, couldn't control.He hadn't knotted in three years.His body refused other females. He'd tried, the first time, his wolf had gone limp the moment he entered her. The second time, he'd thrown her out of his bed before they'd even started. Her scent was wrong. Her touch was wrong. Everything was wrong. He eventually learned that no other female could please or satisfy him.But Sera, her scent.....Focus.He drove his fist into the training post, causing wood to splinter.The primal omega gene,

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All Chapters of Breeding The Broken Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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