The Broken Alpha Novels & Stories

’ I watch the sun continue its assent from behind the trees, waiting for her response. ‘CJ, remember we feel what you feel. We can tell your heart is shattered.’ she says quietly. ‘But I will say this, they seem to have faded deep into the recesses of your mind at the mention of the Dark Alpha. They are scared. I think they are broken again.’ Again. Such a word carries a heavy-weighted meaning. They were broken before when I was just a child when they were magically ripped from their human counterparts. Ember helped build up their strength back then; she may have to do it again.

Rael burst through the door, face white. “Alpha, the circle…” “I felt it.” Blood trailed from my nose and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. “She broke it.” Rael swallowed. “Then she’s free.” “Not free,” Killian said softly. “Just lost.” Rael stepped closer, voice low. “You sound pleased.” “I’m curious.” my gaze drifted to the broken circle. “She carries the bond of two Alphas now. Tell me, Rael, what do you think happens to a world when it’s held by equal halves of the same power?”

I cried in his chest, in his embrace. “It’s okay, life can be cruel with our heart sometimes, don’t let this break you,” he whispered but no! No! I am broken, deeply broken, all I want is to kill the ruthless Alpha

“but losing my mate years ago broke me,you should understand the bond now that you have one. I still believe she’s alive somewhere,hanging on by a thread. I never stopped searching for her.” Silence filled the room. For the first time, I didn’t see an alpha desperate for power. I saw a broken man who had lost too much and didn’t know how to heal.

"You have embraced the Ugliness. But do you understand the Purpose of the Break?" He gestured toward the unfinished slab. "The High Council calls you a 'Malfunction.' The First Luna calls you 'Too Much.' But when I carved the first soul into the shape of a wolf, I didn't leave the edges rough by accident," the First Alpha said, his portals of fire narrowing. "I created the Original Glitch as a Security Protocol. I made us 'Broken' so that we could never be fully Owned".

To some, he was a hero who had made it out; to others, he was a traitor who had forgotten his blood. ​Suddenly, a group of four men stepped out from behind a pile of rusted machinery. They were Alphas, but they were "Broken", their bodies scarred from years of manual labor and low-grade neural implants that the Syndicate used to track their movements. The leader, Jax, leveled a jagged piece of rebar at Leo’s chest.

One by one, they backed away into the shadows, disappearing as quickly as they had come. I stood there trembling, light slowly fading from my skin. My wolf was silent—awed. I sank to my knees, tears finally spilling down my cheeks—not from pain, but from shock. I had survived. Alone. Broken. And somehow… powerful. Far away, deep within Nightfang territory, Alpha Kael Nightfang jolted awake, clutching his chest as an unfamiliar pain seared through him. The rejected bond burned. And for the first time since the ceremony, fear crept into the Alpha’s heart. What have I done?

He stopped, his gaze fixed on a particular line, his eyes unmoving. When he finally looked up, the man who looked back at us was a stranger. The mask of the Alpha had shattered completely. His eyes were no longer sharp or commanding; they were wet, shimmering with unshed tears that caught the light of the candles. He looked old. He looked broken.

I set it down carefully, forcing my hands to stop shaking as I shifted in my seat. “I just don’t understand how everyone can act so…” “Normal?” Alpha Kade finished for me. I nodded weakly, already feeling my throat tightening. He sighed deeply. “We all loved Katrina.” He said quietly. “You and I more than most but the bitter truth is that we have to look toward the future.” My jaw tightened. “The pack doesn’t stop because we’re hurting, Iris. If we fall apart, then everything she’s fought to build falls with us.” My eyes stung, Alpha Kade’s eyes softened. He reached across the table, holding my hands in his. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine, confusion and fear building.

It came from Emma, delivered with the same matter of fact seriousness she applied to everything. "What do you mean?" I asked carefully. "My mama says you have a broken heart. That's why the Alpha is mean to you. Because your heart is broken and it makes him sad." I looked at her small face, so earnest and unguarded, and felt something twist behind my ribs. A child had seen what grown adults danced carefully around. "My heart isn't broken." I said softly, smoothing her curls. "Just a little damaged. But it's getting stronger every day." Emma considered this with the gravity of a much older person. "Good. Because the Alpha needs someone with a strong heart. He's been sad for too long."