All Chapters of Broken By My Alpha Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Rachel's POV Serena entered the room, her smile bright and practiced. “Oh, Rachel. You and Silas are here too.”She acted as if she hadn’t scented us the moment we crossed the property line. She tilted her head, waving toward the men in the side room. “Dad, Grandpa, I’m back!”Daisy stood up, her face lighting up with pride. “Serena! Sit, rest. You must be exhausted from your travels.”Serena shook her head. “I’m just here to judge the architecture competition. It’s good to be home.”“See? My daughter has talent and pedigree,” Daisy said, loud enough for me to hear. “Silas really has questionable taste, choosing a pretty face over a true Luna.”I didn't look up. I didn't care about their hierarchy. I just wanted to take the bracelet off before I broke it.“Silas, this room is stuffy. I’ll take Rachel out for some air and a little shopping,” Serena said, suddenly grabbing my hand.Silas appeared in the doorway, his brow furrowed, his Alpha aura flaring in warning. “No need.”“Oh, don’

Rachel's POVI knew I should have seen the fine print between the lines of the contract. I knew an orphan like me couldn't raise a High-Alpha’s heir. But hearing it out loud, knowing my own flesh and blood would be scented and claimed by another woman while I was exiled, made my wolf howl in silent agony.“If there’s nothing else... I’ll head back,” I said, my voice trembling. In front of Cynthia, the true Luna in everything but title, I felt like a ghost.No. To be precise, I was just a vessel. A reproductive tool to ensure the Blackwood line continued while Cynthia recovered.“Cynthia, rest well. I’ll handle the girl,” Serena said. She signaled the hospital staff to wheel Cynthia away, then turned to follow me with a leisurely, predatory stride.“Let me remind you one last time, do not fall for him,” Serena said, her smile not reaching her eyes.I stopped and turned to face her. “You’re so worried about my heart, Serena. If Silas’s devotion to Cynthia is as unshakable as a mountain

Rachel's POV I blinked, trying to process the shift. He wasn't talking about a fated mate. He was talking about a debt of honor.“She’s a good person, Rachel. It’s fine for you to meet her, but stay away from Serena,” he said, reaching up to ruffle my hair with a tenderness that made my throat ache. “The politics of the Blackwoods and the Ryders are a pit of vipers. I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”He leaned in, his lips brushing my forehead. “Just trust me. Can you do that?”I noticed that Silas had a habit of ruffling my hair, a gesture that felt more like a gentle claim than a simple touch.I nodded slightly, the weight of his palm grounding me. I was starting to realize that for families like the Blackwoods and the Ryders, secrets were their primary currency. I was an outsider, a pack less girl caught in a home of ancient wolves, there was no need for me to know every skeleton in their closets.“Silas...” my voice was low, trembling with a sudden, sharp fear that had

Rachel's POV Some people were born into the light, while others like me spend their lives shivering in the cold, trying to find a doorway in.A black Maybach rolled into the yard, the engine purring like a contented predator. The butler hurried forward, opening the door with trembling hands.Jeremy’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he waited. The door opened and a woman in a pristine white dress stepped out.She looked innocent, her features delicate and soft. To my shock, there was a faint, haunting resemblance to me in the curve of her jaw and the shape of her eyes. She stood there, looking shy and overwhelmed by the grandeur.Jeremy’s voice broke. “Sophia... I am your grandfather.”“Grandpa...” her voice trembled.“Welcome home,” Jeremy cried, clutching her hands as if she might vanish again. “You’re back... the bloodline is restored.”Serena stepped forward, her smile bright and welcoming. “Hi, Sophia. I’m your cousin.”Mason and Daisy joined in, offering warm smiles and hone

Rachel's POV I forced a bitter smile, my eyes stinging. I wasn't even a Cinderella. Cinderella at least had a fairy godmother; all I had was a contract and a borrowed emerald bracelet.At the head of the long dining table, Jeremy sat with a stern, unreadable face. Jackson sat to his right, his silence heavy with pack law.“Sophia is back,” Jeremy said, his voice echoing in the hall. “The ancient pact stands. Her marriage to Silas must go ahead.”Jackson nodded solemnly. “It is the only way to solidify the alliance. It is what’s right for the Packs.”“But Silas is already married to the girl,” Jeremy noted, glancing toward us. “How do you intend to handle that?”“Rachel is carrying the heir,” Jackson said, his resolve unwavering. “We will delay the transition for now. Let Sophia adjust to the estate and spend time getting to know Silas. Once Rachel delivers the pup, I’ll have the divorce papers served immediately. The contract will be fulfilled, and she will be sent away.”Jeremy’s no