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Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

I crawl onto my bed and kicking off my shoes. I pull myself in a small ball on the bed. My heart feels as empty as this apartment, surrounded by the remnants of my shattered heart. Tears streams down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of heartache and despair. I grab my phone and dial Shane. I need him to shout at me. "Hey, girl." I fight back the tears as Shane picks up. "Shane." "What happened? Did that mother fucker do something to hurt you. I'll kill him, I swear."

I wasn’t just breaking things, I was smashing the life we had built together, a life that was now nothing more than a lie. By the time I stopped, the living room was in shambles. Glass shards littered the floor, photo frames were broken and scattered everywhere, and the walls looked bare, stripped of the happy memories that had once filled them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, hands trembling, as the adrenaline drained from my body.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

That heat wasn’t just shame. It was me. And fuck, I can’t wait to drag every sound out of her throat, to fill her so deep she forgets her own name…until she’s trembling, shattered, and breaking apart under me where she belongs.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

When it was her turn to speak, she said, “The hardest part of healing isn’t remembering what happened. It’s realizing you deserve to be happy again — and then letting yourself be.” Silence followed, but it was the kind that held meaning. Sophie reached over, squeezing her hand. “You did that, you know. You gave us that permission.” Alina smiled through tears. “We gave it to each other.” Later that night, she walked home through the softly falling snow. The bookstore below her apartment glowed with warm light. Through the window, she saw her book displayed in the corner — a quiet testament to everything she’d survived. She paused outside, heart full, and whispered to herself:

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

"I've been trying to get her to come clean, but she refused and even threatened me, warning that I'd pay dearly if I ever revealed this. I just couldn't stand by and watch her deceive the Greene family anymore, though, so I've chosen to reveal the matter publicly through this livestream." I noticed that the comment section in the livestream was filled with scorn directed at me. In no time, the whole thing went viral and landed on the trending topics online, and I was instantly stigmatized with labels such as "manipulative gold-digger who tried to trap a man with a baby" and "slut". In the past couple of days, numerous people had been coming to my place to deface my residence with paint and s