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I had to be the Alpha who dealt with betrayal, not the mate who folded under tears. With a choked sob that barely registered over the roaring in my ears, she pulled the ring off her finger. It looked so small, so fragile, in her trembling hand. The band felt heavy, then suddenly light, as if a part of my soul had just been ripped away, but I showed no reaction. I wouldn't. I couldn't. I watched her, my expression deliberately unyielding, devoid of any warmth. As soon as the ring was off her finger, I turned away from her, a sharp, decisive movement. I couldn't bear to look at her, not another second. The sight of her, the broken ring, the tears – it was too much. It was too painful. But I wo

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

I thought that she would stop in a minute or two but the lecture went on and on until she asked her mate to fetch her some water. "Babe, forgive that poor soul, he had to do this to save a dying girl," William tried to defend me, but successfully earned a glare from her vexed mate. Charlotte's jaw was clenched, but I feigned unbothered about it. My concern was dripping for the pitiable girl lying beside me. She looked bony, barely surviving on the breathing mask. It was my hundredth's time gazing at her scraggy face, yet I couldn't look away from her, nor was I bewailing how thin she was.

"So, it turns out while I was ready with the ring in my pocket about to make of the biggest decision of my life, Justina was still contemplating deep down if I was the one for her. There I was, thinking that we were celebrating one year together while on the other hand she had been committed to the relationship halfway through. Apparently, one of the main reasons that she had stayed that long and one of the main reasons that she was with me was that she was bored and had found out that I have some reasonable amount of net worth under my name. So,at the break of dawn I was out of there after confronting her when she woke up sober. Not wanting anything more that involved her, I packed up and l

“I am exhausted. You are changing, and I don’t know who you are anymore.” “I am still the same person.” “no, you aren't. That’s why I am breaking up with you,” she looks down at her finger, twisting off the ring and holding it for me. “I don’t need this anymore. This is a future that will never happen.” “I don’t need that back.” “you should. It’s a family heirloom. Your family’s. I should have mine back as well.” “I am not breaking up with you.” “I am exhausted, zade, so take the ring I just want to get out of here. It's suffocating.”

His eyes closed. He pulled a ring from inside his cloak—a wolf curled in a crescent moon. Old. Weathered. “It was my brother’s,” he said. “Before he vanished.” “You think he’s dead?” “I think the world forgot him. Like they’ll forget me.” “Not if I wear this,” she said, slipping it onto a chain and tucking it beneath her dress. “Not if I carry your name in the hollow part of my chest.” The Storm Breaks The first drop hit the window like a fingertip tapping glass.

Emilia opened the box. Inside, nestled in ash and silver thread, was a ring—no jewel, no elegance. Just a plain band made of bone and something darker, something redder than rust. It pulsed in her palm like a living thing. The Ring of Sorrow. It was said to sever the mate bond. But it didn’t break it like a sword. It bled it out. Not just the soul-string between two wolves—but the echo of them. To wear it, one must pay.

“When she vanished, part of her essence broke. The ring didn’t just pull her, it split her.” Darius cursed. “Meaning what? We found one piece and what hope she’s still whole?” Lucien didn’t answer. We kept moving. The trail pulsed brighter the deeper we went, until suddenly it ended. A clearing. Empty. Silent. And then I saw it. Something glimmered in the dirt. The pendant. Shattered. I knelt down, brushing my fingers over the pieces. They burned against my skin, speaking faintly.

The divorce from Sean went off without a hitch. Rowena got the boot and did not get a dime. After Bennett gave her a piece of his mind and everyone else gave her the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to crawl back to Sean. However, Sean was practically broke, barely getting by himself. Supporting her? Not a chance. Rowena's kick had left Sean with a bum leg that twisted as it healed. Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled.

“It’s natural. Rare. Cutting it would be redefining its old memories. The setting and bond can change. Maybe it deserves a fresh start.” Vivian raised an eyebrow. “Funny choice of words.” I laughed softly. “Occupational habit.” She watched me for a moment, then said, “That man… the Alpha. When he looked at you, did it feel like he was angry?” I rolled my eyes because she jumped back to the topic again and shook my head. “No. More like… broken.” Vivian’s smile faded again. “Broken men are dangerous too, Violet.” “I know,” I said calmly. “But whatever story of him and the ring holds, it’s not mine. I’m just here to fix the metal.”