Novel & Cerita Imagine Breaker

Breaking the mate bond, betraying everything I felt for her. The chamber was silent except for the sound of my heart hammering against my ribs. Isabella stood near the door, beautiful and patient, representing everything these men thought I should want. The weight of leadership crashed down on me. Sometimes being Alpha meant making choices that destroyed your soul to save your people. "Fine," I said, the word tasting like ash in mouth. "I accept. Aurora will no longer be my mate. I'll break the mate bond." I looked at Isabella, forcing the words out in my throat.

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

As for why Abe and the others were not attacking, Breaker assumed the only reason was that they were cautious of himself and Rage since they were still several levels higher than the kids. “Yeah, I am all fine now,” Breaker replied whilst allowing the blood he kept in his mouth to spill out, in order to deceive Abe and his team. The goal was to make the Silver Wolves assume that Breaker was still severely injured so that they would underestimate him. After all, few knew that the pill Breaker had taken was a highly potent one that could patch wounds – no matter how severe – in under a minute. However, patching didn’t heal the wounds per se, but only kept the broken and torn parts together. Bu

Used to break me. And I almost let it.

I'm broken. Why, goddess, why.

"Please..." My voice broke. "Help me.”

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

He staggered backward, turned, and went to sit behind his desk. It wasn’t far enough, but it offered him sanctuary by its familiarity. He had lost his composure for a second there because no matter whatever delusions he may hold. He could never dream of anything even close to this setup. This fucked up scenario went far beyond his tired-ass imagination. His life seemed to be becoming more and more complicated every single fucking day. Nothing had worked out for him since the day he broke up with Solo. Had he jinxed himself with the stupid-ass choices he’d made over the last ten months?

“Do it.” But the Architect spoke before she could move. “And then what?” he asked. Aria’s fingers hovered over the interface. She didn’t answer. Because she knew. Destabilizing them would stop this— For now. But it wouldn’t stop what came after. More groups. More attempts. More systems trying to rise from the same broken foundation. An endless cycle. Cassian saw the hesitation. “What?” he asked. Aria finally turned, just enough to meet his eyes. “This doesn’t end if we just break them,” she said.