The Broken Alpha Novels & Stories

Charalambos was frantic as he picked her up and ran off. Later, Rosetta told us they had been arguing upstairs. Charalambos had gotten too worked up and pushed Francesca, causing her to fall down the stairs. We soon received news from the hospital. Francesca had lost the pup, both her legs were broken, and she was permanently disabled. Charalambos stayed with her at first to take care of her, but soon he got tired of it and left her in Rosetta's care. After that, he spent his days drinking and partying, neglecting his duties as Alpha.

His chest heaved, sobs tearing out of him like they’d been buried for years. I stepped off him. He didn’t move. Didn’t stand. Just curled onto his side in the dirt, crying like a child. Tears streamed down his bloodied face. He looked small, Pathetic, and defeated. He had nothing left. Not pride. Not power. Not even dignity. Pack members had gathered. Eyes wide as they watched their Alpha fall apart in the dirt. No one spoke. No one moved. Just stared. I looked around, its weight settling deep in my chest. This pack was already broken when I came, but now, it was beyond repair. Its Alpha was on the ground, sobbing like a man who had nothing left to fight for.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

My reflection stared back-fractured across the rain-spattered glass-chestnut hair falling loose from its usually pristine bun, green eyes shadowed with exhaustion. My phone buzzed again-seventh time this morning. Callum's name flashed across the screen, and my stomach twisted into knots. I let it go to voicemail, just like the others. Amelia Thornton's words at last night's pack gathering still swam in my head: "Alphas are just like human men. They can't help but stray."

Alexandria growled. “Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise. “How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive. “I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride. Ugh! Arrogant bastard. “Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.

The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence. “I wonder why you couldn't catch her. Is your thorough training not enough? Why is she bleeding so much?” Everyone was wondering about their Alpha's reaction. They didn't expect this scene. Their Alpha is not a fan of girls. Not even women. He has bedded women before, but still, he's absolutely picky ever since their Luna died when they were mercilessly attacked, which caused their pack to drastically decrease in number and lose their family members.

"Alright, let's settle down. No need to get emotional, alright? Please! You want money? I've got plenty. I already told you. Someone’s there to give it to you. I just need to know that they're both alright." "The Alpha said please!" He laughed and I felt another dizzying wave of fury rise inside me. I forced myself to focus on my breathing. It helped to imagine defleshing him with my claws. If he had touched a hair on either one of them, I would hunt them down and made them wish they were never born. "Just let me know they're okay," I begged. "A-and I'll double the cash if you tell me who sent you." "I'll tell you who sent us AFTER you double-"

she asked again, louder, her mask flawless. “Because I broke the Sacred Moon Crystal,” I said bitterly. Silence. “Or so the Alpha King’s daughter claimed.” I cut my gaze at Navy. Her head bowed, hand pressed to her lips. Shoulders curled in practiced grief. Yet her eyes flashed for a moment, satisfied, before she lowered them. I wanted to laugh. I didn’t know who I despised more—her for faking or myself for failing to expose her.

Z-03 answered softly: “The Alpha Core’s bond activates only with a willing heart. If she resists, it will tear her apart to reclaim the fragment.” Alexander screamed into the ground, voice shattering: “SHE’S NOT A FRAGMENT — SHE’S LENA — SHE’S A PERSON!!!” But the Alpha disagreed. Jay Breaks Jay’s body arched violently in Elias’s arms. His skin developed glowing gold cracks. His breath came out in golden mist. His eyes flickered with the same molten color as the Alpha. He screamed her name: “LENAAAAAAA—!! STOP—DON’T GO—DON’T—!!”

Alpha’s tone smooths. “Stability achieved.” But as Dylan turns slightly away— Just enough that Alpha’s attention diffuses— His fingers twitch. Small. Subtle. And in the faintest whisper, barely audible over the lattice hum, he says, “Break it.”