บททั้งหมดของ Broken by My Family, Reclaimed by the Alpha King: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Murielle's POVThree years in, and I'd learned exactly which sounds meant something and which didn't. Boots in the corridor after dark, that was nothing. Boots that stopped outside my cell door, that was different, and that day they stopped."Alpha's here for you. Get up."I didn't move right away. I'd learned that too: good news didn't exist down here, so anything that sounded like it was probably a trick, or a test, or both."You deaf?"I got up. My legs didn't want to hold me at first, they never did anymore, not since the guards had decided breaking them twice was funnier than breaking them once. I braced a hand against the wall and made myself stand straight anyway. Whatever was waiting on the other side of that door, I wasn't giving it the satisfaction of watching me crawl.The clothes I walked out in were the same ones I'd walked in wearing three years earlier. They hung off me now, off shoulders that used to fill them out, off a body that used to be strong enough to hold its o

Murielle's POV"What did they do to you?"Callum's voice came out wrong, cracked open in a way I hadn't heard from him since before Colette arrived. His hand was still around my wrist, and for one strange second neither of us moved, like whatever had just broken in him needed a moment to decide if it was staying broken.Something in me wanted to answer him. The real answer, not the safe one. I opened my mouth."Brother?"Colette's voice, from the hallway, cut through before I got a single word out. Soft. A little breathless. Timed so well it couldn't be an accident.His hand dropped from my wrist like I'd burned him. Whatever was starting to crack in his face closed back over, and whatever I was about to say went back down with it.He was moving toward her before I'd even lowered my arm.She stood in the doorway in a pale pink robe, honey-blonde hair loose and mussed like she really had just climbed out of bed, pale blue eyes already glistening in the lamplight."Why are you out of be

Murielle's POVI stood in that hallway long after his footsteps faded, staring at nothing, and let myself finally admit the thing I'd been avoiding since the moment he'd left me on that road three years ago. The brother who used to carry me on his shoulders through the training yard wasn't coming back. Whatever wore his face now had buried that boy a long time before he ever buried the truth about who really leaked that battle plan.It didn't feel like the kind of thing that should happen quietly, in an empty hallway, with no one around to see it. It happened anyway.I didn't sleep that night, not really. Prison had a way of stealing that from a person permanently, not just for the years you spent inside it. Every time I came close, some part of me startled awake convinced I'd hear a guard's boots, or feel a hand closing around my arm, and I'd lie there afterward in the guest room's narrow bed, staring at a ceiling that wasn't mine, waiting for morning to make itself useful.Nobody h

Murielle's POV I woke up tired, my eyes heavy, my body slow to move, pain hitting deep in my ribs the moment I turned onto my side, stealing my breath before I even knew where it came from.I tried to sit up, and something soft was under my hands instead of the cold stone I expected. That felt wrong, and it woke me up fast. My head spun as I pushed myself the rest of the way up, my eyes moving around the room until it finally made sense: my bed, my room, the one I had slept in every night since I came back.The last thing I remembered was the cellar.I lay there and let the rest come back slowly, since forcing it only made my head hurt more: the door breaking open, someone catching me before I fell, a voice telling me to wake up, and under all of it, the word my own wolf had howled, from somewhere I thought had gone quiet for good three years ago.Mate.Or maybe I'd imagined it. Three years of silence could make a person hear all sorts of things that weren't really there, and a howl I

Murielle's POVI stood when the others did. Nobody stopped me from leaving the table. When I stepped into the kitchen later that morning, the omega at the counter didn't even look up from the bread she was slicing."Food's for people who work for it," she said, and turned away.I left with nothing to eat. Something stirred deep inside me, in that quiet space where my wolf lived. I couldn't call it speaking, not exactly, since she still couldn't reach me the way she used to before prison took that from us. But I felt her move, small and certain, like she wanted me to know I wasn't alone in this, whatever this was.A woman I didn't recognize found me not long after and told me plainly what I'd be doing next."You used to train the younger ones, didn't you? Teach them how to fight, how to defend themselves." She said it like an accusation rather than a simple fact. "We don't trust you around this pack's children anymore. Not after everything."I didn't argue. There wasn't a version of th