All Chapters of Broken by My Family, Reclaimed by the Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Murielle's POVColette didn't wait for me to finish.She turned and walked away without a word, without even glancing back. If she'd screamed at me right there on the ridge, I could have handled that. Screaming meant she hadn't decided what to do with me yet.Colette never made a scene before she ruined someone. She went quiet first, and by the time anyone noticed the damage, there was nothing left to trace back to her."She's not going to let this go," I said."I know." He didn't try to pretend otherwise. "Go back first. I'll wait a while before I follow."I went back alone, running through every version of what Colette might do with this, none of them good.The pack house was already tense by the time I got back, and not just because of me. Word had gone around that the King's official arrival was set for tomorrow, and everyone had thrown themselves into getting ready for it, scrubbing floors that didn't need scrubbing, polishing the same silver twice. Nobody wanted to be caught sta

Murielle's POV Briony didn't wait for either of us to answer her. She turned and walked away, boots crunching over the dead grass. She was already halfway to the treeline before she spoke again, not bothering to look back."Get inside. Both of you."Then she was gone. The only proof any of it had happened at all was the cold still sitting in my chest where her words had landed.Rook didn't say anything either. His hand settled lightly against my back, guiding me toward the gap in the wall without a word. I let him. I didn't trust my own legs to walk straight just then.We didn't talk on the walk back. I kept turning Briony's warning over in my head instead. The same words circled again and again until they stopped sounding like a warning and started sounding like noise I couldn't turn off. Rook left me at the edge of the grounds, staying back so no one would see us together this close to the house. I already knew, before he was even out of sight, that sleep wouldn't come easily that

Alpha King Cassian's POV I had said her name in my head so many times since the cellar that saying it out loud should have been easy. But as every eye in the yard fixed on me, for the first time in my life, my throat closed and I couldn’t get a single word out.I coughed to clear it, and it felt better before the herald beside me even finished turning his head.“Back to what I was saying.” I kept my voice level.The crowd waited, hundreds of people gone still at once, all of them waiting for the two words I still hadn’t said.“I have found my mate among you. Her name is—”Once again, I was interrupted, this time by Soren Ferro, my Beta. He was beside me before I finished the word, closing the distance smoothly, as though he’d meant to stand there from the start.He kept his voice low, pitched for the two guards nearest us and no one past them. “A moment, my King.” Anyone watching would read it as nothing more than a Beta murmuring some small correction mid-ceremony.I frowned, confuse

Colette’s POV My hands hadn’t stopped shaking since I left the hall. It wasn’t fear. It was how badly I wanted to break something. Unfortunately, there was nowhere safe to do it without my perfect persona getting ruined.I sat down at the mirror and made myself look at what Callum would see when he walked in, because he would walk in, and all I wanted was for him to see a sister who needed his comfort.I wet my fingers and dragged them under my eyes until the skin turned pink enough to look like I had been crying since I got here. I also rubbed my nose and eyes vigorously until they turned red. It took less effort than crying would have, and it did more work. I looked more pathetic than minutes or even hours of real crying could have made me look.Just as I finished the last-minute check on my look, the knock came right when I expected it.“Go away,” I said, already turning my face so the mirror light caught it right.He came in anyway, and his face crumpled exactly the way I knew it

Murielle's POVI woke up to a ceiling I didn’t recognize. I tried to move and pain shot through me.I lay still, but no matter what, everywhere hurt. The pain was sharp in some places and duller in others, like my body hadn’t decided yet which parts of it wanted my attention first.I didn’t need anyone to tell me something was broken. I could feel it every time I tried to take a full breath, the pain in my chest stopping me before I could fill my lungs.I lay there a long moment before I let myself try to remember how I’d gotten here, and nothing came.I couldn’t remember walking here, nor how I came through the door.I couldn’t even recall anyone carrying me to this place.All I remembered was the yard, and the stone, and then this ceiling, with nothing at all connecting the two.From what it looked like, someone had wrapped my ribs again and cleaned the cuts on my face well enough that they’d stopped stinging and just ached instead.I didn’t know who. I was starting to notice a patt