Bound To The Broken Alpha Novels & Stories

She placed her forehead to the glass, breathing through the pain in her chest. She whispered to the cold empty room, “I choose my mother." Even if it meant losing everything else. Especially them. The moon raised higher in the sky, outside her window—watchful,silent, uncaring. Somewhere not too far, three Alphas felt a sudden, painful distance snap into place. A bond tightening. Not breaking. Yet.

something went wrong." "He 'influenced' the bond?" Paul Wason sounded stunned, and he was frightened. He looked at Dean Wason, who had gone white. "This is bad, Sama Arthur. This is really bad. We must take him to a healer. Now." They carried Dean Wason to the pack's medical center, the entire pack in silent march, in fear. Their steadfast anchor of society, the Alpha, was now no more than a broken figure. The only thing that held them all together was crumbling at the seams, and they were all beginning to feel the pressure. The healer, an old, wise wolf named Timothy, gazed at Dean Wason with the face of a deep sorrow. "I've never seen anything like this," Timothy said gently. "The bond is

I asked. He paused. The candlelight threw a shadow across the hollow of his cheek. “Most of the time, nothing. The bond fades. Perhaps it hurts, perhaps it hums in the background like a warning. The Alpha moves on. The pack forgets. You live, perhaps with a portion of shame, perhaps with a scar. But there is a different thing, rare, ancient. When death and bond and prophecy combine, the pattern is broken.” My pulse stuttered. “Kael—speak plainly.”

Charalambos was frantic as he picked her up and ran off. Later, Rosetta told us they had been arguing upstairs. Charalambos had gotten too worked up and pushed Francesca, causing her to fall down the stairs. We soon received news from the hospital. Francesca had lost the pup, both her legs were broken, and she was permanently disabled. Charalambos stayed with her at first to take care of her, but soon he got tired of it and left her in Rosetta's care. After that, he spent his days drinking and partying, neglecting his duties as Alpha.

But I had nothing to offer her, nothing but the remnants of a shattered heart and a relentless darkness that refused to be tamed. As soon as Lyla left, I called a meeting of my pack. We had important matters to discuss, matters that would determine the fate of our pack and the world we lived in. As Alpha, it was my duty to lead and protect them, and I would do so with the same ferocity that had earned me the title of the Broken Alpha. As the pack members gathered in the meeting hall, I could sense their unease. They could feel the storm brewing, the tension building beneath the surface of our fragile peace. My Beta, Cole, stood beside me, his expression unreadable, but I knew he shared my co

I swore on everything holy that I would. “Please,” she begged. “I, Cyrus Daxen, Alpha of Silver Crescent, reject you, Leonora Longwood, as my mate.” I waited a beat for her to say her part. “SAY IT!” “I-I-I Leonora Longwood, reject you, Cyrus Daxen, as my mate.” The bond ended abruptly. It hurt like a bitch, and she howled in pain, but I was too angry to feel anything. I stared at her face, feeling more and more disgusted by her now that the bond between us had been broken.

Everyone watched on in surprise, wondering what was going on, where, and how Matilda got the strength to give her father such a hard time. All through the history of the pack, an alpha had never been beaten like that, let alone being thrown on the ground by a younger wolf—not any younger wolf but his daughter, who was supposed to be wolfless. It took a while before Alpha Daniel was able to recover from the fall because of the impact with which he had hit the ground. But of course, he was an alpha, and it would take more than that for him to be brought to his knees permanently.

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

Slowly I watched as the sun slid from the moon, sunlight finally reigning in all its glory once more. "You're too late," Jeremy says, continuing to laugh hysterically. "Our Alpha has won and you've lost" He chokes up on his words when I place my paw against his throat pressing down on it, growling lowly. "He, he's already broken....broken the bond. Long live our Alpha. "

I replied. “You don’t understand the consequences,” one of the other Alphas said. “I understand them just fine,” I said, tightening my hold on Lyra. “What you were doing would have destroyed her.” Drake stepped closer, slower this time. “The bond won’t hold now.” I already felt it. The connection flickered, pulling away in places, slipping through my grasp no matter how hard I tried to anchor it. The ritual had damaged it, twisted it into something unstable. “I don’t care,” I said. “She’s alive.”