Romans & histoires Shatter Me Series Reading Order

Author’s Note: Hello and welcome to book #3 of the Love and Chaos series. Book #1 The Alpha King’s Ugly Bride Book #2 His Forbidden Mate Book #3 The Alpha King’s Runaway Bride Book #4 The Alpha King’s Last Wish (coming soon) This book is not a stand-alone. You will need to read the first two books before starting this one, but if you don’t want to, I did my best to make it as understandable as possible. Book #3, unlike books #1 and #2, is broader and cuts across many people, places, flashbacks and fields, not just Mia and Xavier. But it is all worth it to tell a beautiful story and bring its characters to life.

Note: The chapter contains mature content. Only mature audience shall view this chapter. Veda's tears fell like rain, her heart shattered into a million pieces as Adyant's words echoed in her mind: "Hate, disgust, and contempt. I feel them every time I see your face." She wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, until she found herself in the garden. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, but her world felt dark and empty. She was surrounded with peace and calm but only she knew the chaos which was pacing with high intensity inside her mind.

The one thing I never expected was to do it alone, after being rejected by my mate. Upon allowing myself to think of the noble-blooded Beta Natasha and her cold blue eyes as she discarded my soul, Viktor howled painfully inside my skull. My scars seemed to set on fire and I had to drop to my knees and breathe it out. Running my hands through my light brown hair I try to focus on anything else. Four years and it still nearly kills me every time. Fuck. Fuck Natasha and every stupid notion about funking mate bonds.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

"Your belongings have already been shifted to the estate. Your mother and sister have moved to a house in Connecticut. Paid for, utilities included, medical attention taken care of for your mother. All as contracted." He said it like he was expecting thanks. Like I was going to thank him for shattering my world and putting the pieces back together. "Can I see them? Before we leave?" "No." Like that. No sorry, no let me persuade you. "They're my family…. " "And now I'm your family." His voice turned icy. "The quicker you accept that, the better this will be." I had wanted to fight him. Wanted to scream that he couldn't just cut me loose from all the people I loved. But the deal was done. The

My heart shatters at the crack of dawn, and I make a silent prayer for the night to stretch on, for the hours to stand still and grant me this one last moment with her. I have to do something. I can't just…I can't let her go. It's too much…no…please, God… Something hot burns down my face, and soon my vision is a blur of gold and ash I curse myself for the damage that I caused, for the power that I just couldn't let go of, for wanting something that I couldn't have…and ruining it anyway. But I can be mad as a mad dog, hurt as a wounded animal, and at the end of the day, I still have to admit that she's right.

Despite that, with his hand resting over his stomach, his eyes lock on mine like he already knows this conversation will not be light. “I was hurt when I learned about Edward. I cried thrice. I screamed into a pillow until I gave myself a headache. I cussed him out in my head, cursed his ancestors and his future children. But eventually, I got over it. Love heartbreak? That I can handle. I have scars from that already. I understand it. I know how to climb out of that kind of pain.” I pause, pulling in a breath. “But this?” I gesture toward the air between us. “This thing with my girls? This betrayal I never saw coming? That’s what’s spinning me.”

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."