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His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

Chapter 33 – Fractures Beneath the Surface The morning began with a deceptive calm. Sunlight filtered weakly through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow on the cluttered table where the family gathered. Yet beneath the warm light, fractures stretched through their lives, unseen but threatening to break wide open.

Sparks of glass scattered like cruel confetti. I stared at the shattered phone, my whole body trembling. “That’s it,” I whispered hoarsely. “We’re done. All of us. Forever.” At that moment, when our last fragile bond was broken, I also let go of the part of me that believed in forever. When I finally stumbled into my apartment, the silence hit me harder than the betrayal itself. The door slammed shut behind me, rattling in its frame. My keys slipped through my fingers and clattered against the wooden floor. The sound echoed far too loudly in the suffocating quiet.

She could not hold in her frustration, vases were smashed against the floor, and furniture was overturned in her blind fury. But no matter how much she destroyed, it wasn’t enough. She had thought braking things would be satisfying, afterall, didn't all the movies do this too? But seeing the chaos only hurt her more. Now she was still angry and lost some valuables. Never trust the movies, she cursed internally.

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

The world I had known, the one I thought I understood, was beginning to crumble, piece by piece. We pulled up to the cabin, the headlights cutting through the rain and the darkness. Carter killed the engine, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "I don’t know what to think right now, Winnie." I turned to look at him. He looked... broken. He always had this unshakable confidence, this calm under pressure, but now, it was like something inside him had cracked. "You don’t trust Langford anymore, do you?"

The hostess didn't bother trying to guide us, she knows we can find our way around. There were only two seats available and I chose the one next to London while Jackie took a seat beside Luke. London shifts slightly and I couldn't help but notice his tense shoulders. I wasn't doing any better myself, my body trembled with excitement when the realization set in that I was actually in the vicinity of the Crash Course Rebellion's members. Heck, I'm one of them, now. I look across from me and Brendan sends a wink my way and I swear I almost melted right then and there.

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

Luckily the doctor says there was only minor muscle damage from the bite. We decide to leave the pack hospital and go back to the pack house to debrief with the other packs and Alphas. Chris and I are going up to our rooms when the door to the Alpha and Luna suite opens and out comes Oliver and Isabelle. Then out of nowhere pain surges through me as I feel something snap like a cable breaking under tension. I struggle to stay conscious as darkness blurs around the edges of my vision. Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain.

“Upper district. No damage yet. They are not attacking. They are waiting.” Waiting was worse. They arrived to find the square unnaturally still. People stood frozen at the edges, unable to move forward or flee. At the center stood three figures. The Fractured. They were beautiful in the way storms are beautiful. Wrong and compelling. The woman from the chamber stepped forward. “You are late.” “I came when I chose to,” Aria replied. “Still clinging to autonomy,” another Fractured said. “Adorable.” Luca positioned himself subtly in front of Aria.