All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I turned on my heel and exited the room with whatever dignity as i could muster. But With every step down the stairs, I felt my delicately constructed world crumble around me. My fingers grazed the banister, the weight of my wedding ring now too much to bear.I moved through the darkened rooms of our – my – home, my head replaying every lie, every betrayal. How long had this been going on? How many business trips had been covers for their trysts? How many times had Sarah consoled me about James's distance, all while warming his bed behind my back?My hand reached to the mantel for the wedding photo. The smile in that picture was mockery now. Gently, I laid it down: cold glass against the heat of my anger.I fell onto the plush sofa in the quiet house, my body numb. For the first time in years, I'd allowed myself to feel it-to truly feel it. The loss. The rage. The betrayal. One lonely tear slipped down my cheek, scalding as it fell.I wiped it away, refusing to break any further. This

I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office, watching city lights flicker to life as dusk settled over London. The view had once filled me with pride— Now it just felt hollow.Three months since I'd caught James in bed with my best friend. Three months of rebuilding myself, channeling every ounce of pain and betrayal into clawing my way up the corporate ladder. I was Olivia Blackwood, the Ice Queen of London's financial district. Untouchable. Unbreakable.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.My eyes fell onto the invitation to tonight's charity gala. Another night of phony smiles and networking. But it was necessary. I had a deal to close, one that would seal my position as the youngest partner in the firm's history.My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:*Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Ms. Blackwood. We have much to discuss. - C.W.*Callum Wolfe. The enigmatic CEO of Wolfe Industries, a man whose name was whispered in boardrooms with equ

I stepped into Callum's packhouse with my heart pounding against my ribs, a caged animal. In this place, I wasn't just an outsider; I was a threat, a reminder of what Callum had once promised me and then cast aside.Every fibre of instinct in my body screamed at me to turn and run, to flee this world that was never meant to be mine. I made myself keep my chin high-not to show the nerves that were coiling in my stomach. I could feel the weight of every gaze on me: the curious and the hostile, the calculating. Callum's pack was watching, weighing my worth with every step I took beside him."Welcome to my home, Olivia," Callum whispered-the air from his voice fluttering low and warm against my ear. I managed a tight nod, not trusting my voice. The air was thick and heavy, weighted with an energy that charged my skin. This wasn't going to be just meeting the pack; this was about facing a life denied.We moved further into the packhouse, and two figures drew my attention. They stood at th

The morning rain beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wolfe Industries' conference room, matching the storm in my chest. My fingers were shaking a little as I adjusted my laptop for the third time, its sleek device a poor shield against the primal energy radiating from Callum at the head of the table. Even in his perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit, he breathed raw power. A flicker across my skin prickled with awareness.I forced myself to breathe, to maintain that ice-queen veneer which had been my protection against the world since James's betrayal. But when Callum's amber eyes met mine across the gleaming mahogany table, that carefully wrought control faltered. For a heartbeat, his gaze gentled, and something in me stirred with a yearning I would not admit.The spell was snapped the instant Amelia Thornton swanned into the room, her platinum blonde hair glowing under the recessed lights. The way she posted herself up at Callum's right hand, posed in perfect ease in her Chanel

The soft glow of candlelight dances across the white tablecloth at Maison Laurent, casting deceptive warmth over James's familiar features. My fingers tremble around the stem of my wine glass as I try to ignore my buzzing phone. Another message from Callum – the fifth one in the past hour."You always did love their Bordeaux," James says, his voice carrying that same tender note that once made my heart skip. Now it just makes my stomach clench. "Remember our anniversary dinner here?"I take a larger sip than intended, letting the rich wine coat my tongue. "That was a long time ago, James." Too long to matter, I tell myself. Too long to still hurt this much.My phone vibrates again, more insistent this time. I glimpse the words "URGENT - rival pack" before turning the screen face-down. Whatever pack drama Callum's dealing with will have to wait. I need this – need to face my past before I can even think about a future."You look beautiful tonight, Liv." James reaches across the table,