All Chapters of Broken By My Alpha Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rachel's POV Silas was at my side in a heartbeat, his hand resting on my shoulder. His aura flared, a warning growl vibrating deep in his chest. He just left for five minutes and the vultures had started circling.I sniffled, looking up at him with a feigned sense of grievance that I didn't have to work hard to fake. “It’s nothing, Silas. Daisy is right. I don’t belong in a place like this.”Silas’s face turned into a mask of cold fury as he turned toward Daisy. “And what exactly is your status here?”“Exactly,” Freya chimed in, leaning against the doorframe and buffing her nails. “You’re just the mate of a bastard son, yet you’re barking at the Alpha’s wife? The irony is delicious.”Daisy looked like she was going to have a stroke. “What did you...!”“Enough!” Mason snapped, his voice sharp with embarrassment. “Go to your room, Daisy. Now!”Daisy stormed out, her heels pounding a rhythm of pure rage.Freya smirked. “I’m in a grand mood today with my niece back, so I’ll skip the stif

Rachel's POV But Daniel wasn’t like that. His father, the Alpha of our secondary pack, had sired several illegitimate pups outside. In a world where only the strongest survived, if Daniel wasn't sharp or ruthless enough, everything he had, starting from his status, his rank to his future, all of it could be snatched away by a hungrier wolf.This was also the exact reason why Daniel envied Silas so deeply.Silas was the true-blood Alpha heir. He could unleash his aura, lose his temper in front of the entire council and be willful enough to claim me as his mate on a whim. But Daniel didn't have the luxury of mistakes.“What, Rachel doesn’t get a tribute? My future great-grandchildren are the true Blackwood, they will carry the dominant Alpha bloodline, a pack bond that can’t be broken. "Can’t say the same for anyone else,” Silas taunted, using the opportunity to demand money in a drippingly sarcastic tone.Jackson's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He pointed a trembling, clawe

Rachel's POV “She’s not just angling to get torn apart by the Vances and Crosses. She’s got the Ryder Pack to deal with too,” Serena sneered, crossing her arms as she glared at me.A packless rogue offending three powerful werewolf lineages at once, it was glaringly obvious what my future would look like the second Silas and his protection for me vanished.“I’ll be waiting for the exact day Silas grows bored and throws you to the wolves,” Elena smiled, her eyes gleaming as if she were already anticipating the hunt.I kept my mouth shut. My heart was hammering against my ribs in pure terror but I stubbornly refused to bow my head or offer a compromise.When Silas finally returned from dealing with the elders, I sat obediently in my chair, looking up at him like a lifeline. “Are you full?” he asked, his dark eyes scanning my face. “Once you’re done, we’re leaving.”I jumped to my feet, nodding vigorously. Gosh, I'm so full. I was so stressed and stuffed with food that I felt like I mi

Rachel's POV I followed closely behind Silas, obediently keeping pace, though my boots felt heavy against the plush hotel carpeting.Before getting into the elevator, Silas glanced down at me. My head was bowed, my eyes unfocused and my mind spinning with the sheer political weight of the Alphas we had just left behind.“What are you thinking about, little wolf?” Silas asked softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble meant to calm my racing pulse.“This bracelet, could I swap it for a fake one?” I whispered, lifting my wrist where the heavy heirloom caught the dim light. I tried to be cautious, keeping my voice beneath rogue hearing, though I knew his sharp ears would catch it. “Just to be safe. "If a rogue attacks, or if I shift unexpectedly. I don't want to ruin something so sacred to your pack.”Silas chuckled, a rich sound that vibrated in his chest. “If it breaks, we’ll get another one. The Blackwood pack vaults have plenty of ancient jewelry in their collection.”I looked up a

Rachel's POVShe started hitting me, withholding food, forcing me to stand out in the yard under the freezing rain, trying to break my spirit and drive me away.But after a taste of warmth, I had already accepted her as my mother, a refuge for my soul. I stubbornly endured, refusing to run, no matter how hard the blows fell.Finally, one day, when she discovered her husband’s mistress was pregnant, she completely lost control. She locked the doors and turned on the gas in the house.And set it ablaze with me inside.Flames engulfed the room, thick black smoke stinging my eyes and choking my lungs. Lying amidst the ash, I remember thinking my brief, painful life had finally come to an end...But I survived.A young man from the village saved me. He broke through the burning wood, pulled me from the jaws of death and took me to his home. He fed me and every day, he had someone make dessert balls for me to soothe my throat. He even contacted the local women’s association and the orph