The Breaker: New Waves Novels & Stories

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

His Alpha voice boomed through the phone, and he hung up before I could protest. I dropped my phone on the table and let out a deep sigh, rubbing my temples. A knock at the door broke the silence in my office. “Come in,” I called out. The door opened, and my assistant walked in, looking tense. “Ma’am, I just got off the phone with Rex Designs. They’re insisting on cutting off all our deals with them. And Nova—they’ve canceled our collaboration and funding.” My eyes widened in shock. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Kat's P.O.V I woke up to with a killer headache. My body was almost to weak to move as the events from last night started pouring into my brain. I couldn't even cry anymore, it was almost like I ran out of tears. The thought that I fell in love with someone who was just using me made me sick. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I answered it not even checking the caller ID. "Hey my flight lands at 5p.m" I'm guessing it's Aubrey.

They were far enough down that hall that was felt alone enough to get comfortable. I walked along the hall, dipping into each small makeshift room to view whatever painting was on display. The first room held a painting called Sailboat, by Jumper Maybach. It was so wide and large, that it ran from wall to wall. Underneath the artist’s name was a dollar sign and a number. Twenty-Seven thousand.

All I knew was that the next day I would find Max, and my mind and heart were too shattered to ponder anything. ** "Dear Chaos Diary, I feel torn between jumping into the abyss or diving into the ocean. I know these are two drastic attitudes, and no, I'm not thinking about suicide, but... I find myself trapped in a spiral that seems to never unfold again. My dreams are constantly invaded by memories. Warm, life-changing memories, in a way I never wake up the same way again. Every day, I feel like I'm in a new shell, a new version of Aria, more mature, more experienced, more empowered. But also more broken. More divided.

The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it. With the pup gone, Ryan didn't waste a second. He used every ruthless tactic at his disposal to sever the bond with Clara. Clara probably realized that if she kept fighting him, she'd end up with nothing, so she took a payout and signed the papers. Now, Vera is back on the hunt for a new Luna. But the drama surrounding the Dark Moon Pack has spread to every pack in the region. No Alpha's daughter is willing to jump into that dumpster fire. My mom had a look of pure "I told you so" satisfaction as she told me the story.

But all she remembered was her mother’s tight smiles, the way she’d always said some marriages aren’t about love, Isabelle… She had thought it was just old-fashioned thinking. But this—this was something else. Collins watched her carefully, as if waiting for her to break. Instead, she straightened, forcing down the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Let’s say I believe you. Let’s say this contract is real.” She met his gaze head-on. “How do I break it?” Collins exhaled, almost looking impressed. “That’s the fun part,” he murmured. “You can’t.”