All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My heart pounds against my ribs as I press myself against the cold brick wall beside Cartier. Through the pristine windows, diamonds sparkle like trapped stars under carefully arranged lighting, but my attention is fixed on something far more precious – and potentially more devastating. Callum's tall frame bends over a display case, his familiar gesture of running fingers through dark hair betraying his nervousness. The stunning blonde beside him points at various rings, her perfectly manicured nail tapping the glass as she speaks animatedly. Each tap feels like a hammer blow to my chest.The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across Bond Street, but the darkness growing in my heart feels far heavier. I'm intimately familiar with this scene – the secretive meetings, the nervous gestures, the guilty glances. James had worn the same expression when he was shopping for jewelry with his mistress two years ago.*Not again. Please, not again.*My enhanced werewolf hearing picks up fragm

Rain pelts my broken body as consciousness fades in and out. Each breath is agony, my ribs screaming in protest. Through blurred vision, I see Callum's face above me, his features twisted in anguish. Blood—my blood—mingles with rainwater on the cobblestones beneath me."Stay with me, Olivia," he pleads, his voice breaking. "Please, just stay with me."I try to speak, but only manage a wet cough. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. Somewhere in the distance, sirens wail. The sounds seem to come from underwater, growing fainter with each passing second.Memories flash before my eyes like a broken film reel. The jewelry store window. The blonde woman beside Callum. My accusations thrown like daggers. The hurt in his amber eyes when I confessed to meeting James. Then chaos—fur and fangs and blood as rival wolves descended upon us."She has minutes at most, Alpha." Fiona's voice cuts through the haze. Her usual fierce demeanor cracks as she kneels beside us. "You know what needs to

The first breath burned like fire in my lungs. Every sensation crashed over me with brutal intensity—the scratch of Egyptian cotton sheets against my hypersensitive skin, the thunderous drumbeat of my own heart, the overwhelming cedar-and-rain scent that I knew belonged to Callum. My eyes snapped open, and the world exploded into painful clarity.Too bright. Too sharp. Too *everything*.I jolted upright, a primal sound ripping from my throat that I barely recognized as my own voice. The movement sent waves of dizzying information through my enhanced senses. Forty stories below, I could hear the rhythmic thrum of early morning traffic. The antiseptic tang in the air mixed with the metallic scent of blood—my blood—making my stomach roll."Easy." Callum's voice came from beside me, and I flinched at its intensity. He reached for me, but the moment his fingers brushed my arm, electricity shot through my transformed nervous system. The mate bond pulsed between us, stronger than ever, but i

The scent of fear permeates my glass-walled office like a toxic cloud. My assistant Sarah's heartbeat thunders in my ears—the third time this morning I've caught her staring at me with barely concealed concern. The morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows feels like needles against my sensitive skin, every sound amplified to excruciating levels. The gentle hum of laptops. The click of heels against marble floors. The thundering heartbeats of my subordinates.Two weeks. That's how long I've been trying to maintain this façade of normalcy since my world imploded. Since the night Callum Wolfe—billionaire CEO, alpha werewolf, and the man who turned my life upside down—saved me from certain death and awakened something primal inside me.I grip my Mont Blanc pen tighter, focusing on the feel of cool metal against my skin. *Control*. That's what Callum preached during our brief training sessions before I fled back to the safety of Blackwood Financial. Control your emotions. C

My heels sank into the damp earth of Hampstead Heath as I followed Callum deeper into the woods, my newly enhanced senses overwhelmed by the symphony of night sounds. Every crunch of leaves beneath his feet sent shivers down my spine. The scent of pine and leather that clung to him made my wolf stir, despite my determination to keep my distance."Just a bit further," Callum's deep voice carried back to me. Even those simple words held too much power over me. I hated how my body responded to him – the way my heart raced, how my skin tingled with awareness. After James's betrayal, I'd sworn never to let another man affect me this way.The moon hung full and heavy above us, its silver light filtering through the ancient oaks. My fingertips tingled with the urge to shift, the wolf inside me responding to its pull. Fighting the change was like trying to hold back a tide with my bare hands."This clearing should work." Callum turned to face me, his amber eyes gleaming in the darkness. The m