All Chapters of Broken by My Family, Reclaimed by the Alpha King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dorian's POV Two days in that room had taught me more about the two men guarding my door than either of them realized they'd shown me.The younger one always drifted a few steps down the corridor near the top of the hour, restless, needing to move even when there was nothing to check. The older one stayed put, but went thorough only in the first minutes of each hour and careless by the end of it, checking the lock twice at the start and not once near the close.I'd had nothing else to do but watch. My jaw still didn't sit right when I talked, and every breath pulled tight on my left side where a rib had probably cracked under that King's fist.He came once himself, near the end of the first day.He didn't come alone. Soren, his Beta, filled the doorway behind him the whole time, arms crossed, watching me the way you'd watch a dog you weren't sure had been fully put down.Cassian didn't sit. He didn't need to raise his voice either, not with the room already holding its breath around

Murielle's POV I woke up in pain before I even managed to open my eyes.The light hit me first, way too bright. I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut again before they'd even opened all the way.I tried again, blinking slowly. The room came into focus bit by bit, the blinding white settling into nothing more than a single lamp burning low near the door, everything else swallowed in shadow.None of it made sense at first. For a second I just lay there scared, my mind scrambling to catch up with where I even was.The last thing I remembered clearly was the beating. Hands and fists, more than one person, my own voice screaming somewhere far off like it belonged to someone else.After that, just flashes. A stranger's voice telling me I was safe when I didn't believe it. Hands pressing hard against my ribs. A cloth against my temple, more careful than anything I'd ever felt at Silver Moon.A question through a door I couldn't see, something about whether I remembered more than I'd said. Re

Murielle's POV For one panicked second, all I could think about was what would happen to him."You need to go." My voice came out cracked, barely more than a whisper, but I made myself say it anyway. "Before anyone sees this. Before anyone sees you like this."He didn't move."Elle—""You're a laborer." The words tumbled out too fast, all my fear for him crowding out everything else. "They'll say you attacked him. They'll say whatever they need to say to put you in the ground for laying a hand on a man above your station, guilty or not. You need to run, right now, before someone—""I'm not leaving you." He said it simply, like there had never been another option worth considering."I don't care what happens to me. I care what happens to you."Something moved behind his eyes at that, gold still bleeding through the edges of them, and for a second I thought he might listen.He didn't.The guards came before I'd found the strength to argue with him any further.Three of them, moving fas

Alpha Callum's POV His jaw ticked at the name. He looked away before I could ask what it still cost him to answer to it, even now.I stayed only long enough to be sure she didn't need anything from me she wasn't already getting, then left her to it. She didn't want my comfort tonight, not with all that history sitting between every kind word I tried to offer her, and I understood that better than she probably gave me credit for.I made it three doors down the hall before my legs stopped cooperating, my shoulder finding the cold stone of the wall like it had decided for me. Dorian was dead, and I couldn't stop circling back to the same fact no matter how many times I tried to put it down.I'd lied to Elle three years ago, standing in front of her cell and telling her Colette was too fragile to survive what Elle could survive, and that lie was the reason Dorian had spent all this time blaming the wrong person for his brother's death. Not her. Never her.Good wolves died the day that ba

Murielle's POV Callum had looked at Colette like she was a stranger who'd wandered into the wrong room, and I kept coming back to that even now, hours later, propped up against pillows with nothing else to occupy my hands but the memory of his face. The cut at my throat still pulled tight every time I swallowed, a small enough reminder of how the night had gone."Get out." I could still hear exactly how flat he'd said it, no crack in it anywhere for her to work with, and I'd never once heard him talk to his own sister that way, not once since I'd come back to this house, not in all the times I'd watched him fold the second she so much as raised her voice. I'd watched him coax her out of worse moods than that with nothing but patience and a raised eyebrow, the two of them trading jokes at the dinner table like siblings who genuinely liked each other.Something had happened between them, something before tonight, something I hadn't been awake for, and I couldn't work out what it was.