All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Moonlight silvered my blood-stained hands as I stared at them in horror. Even my heightened werewolf senses couldn't comprehend how this had happened—how a moment of peace with Callum had shattered into chaos and suspicion."Show me your hands!" Callum's voice cracked with Alpha authority, sending shivers down my spine. The pack's heavy presence closed in around us, their judgment as thick as the fog rolling through Richmond Park.My heart thundered as I slowly raised my trembling fingers. The dried blood beneath my nails gleamed accusingly in the moonlight. *My* blood, from scaling that fence earlier. But how could I prove it?"Olivia Blackwood." Callum's words carried the weight of an executioner's axe. Each syllable seemed to physically pain him as his amber eyes burned into mine. "By pack law, you are confined to the sanctuary until this incident can be investigated."*An hour earlier...*The forest fight's aftermath had left visible marks—a tear in Callum's henley, mud streaking

Rain lashed against the windows of VentureTech's corporate headquarters as I crouched behind a filing cabinet, my heightened werewolf senses picking up the steady hum of servers. The familiar scent of James's cologne lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of my past life. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed in his old password—a combination of our wedding date and his mother's maiden name. Some habits die hard, even after betrayal.The monitor's glow illuminated my face as encrypted files populated the screen. Each click felt like a countdown timer, knowing security could discover my presence any moment. But I had to know the truth. The image of James's mutilated body flashed through my mind, driving me forward despite the risk."Level 3 security breach detected," a robotic voice announced overhead.My heart rate spiked, but I forced myself to remain focused. Being a werewolf had its perks—enhanced speed, strength, and senses. But right now, I needed my old skills: the razor-shar

Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers."They're moving into position along the eastern perimeter," I whispered to Callum, my voice barely audible even in the stillness of the night. Despite everything between us - the betrayal, the lies, the pain - we fell into an easy rhythm of cooperation. His massive frame shifted slightly, unconsciously shielding me from the bitter autumn wind."How many?" His low voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, reminding me of easier times. Of passionate nights and whispered promises that now lay in ruins

My heels clicked against rain-slicked pavement as I raced through London's financial district, each step carrying me closer to the International Press Centre where news vans clustered like vultures. The mate bond pulsed with Callum's pain, a constant reminder of what I'd left behind. But I couldn't think about that now. Not when Amelia was minutes away from exposing our entire world. Thunder rumbled overhead, matching the storm raging in my chest. My enhanced senses picked up the acrid scent of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of approaching rain. Everything felt sharper since my transformation – including the guilt that threatened to consume me. I forced myself to focus on the immediate threat. Amelia Thornton, with her ice-blue eyes and perfectly manicured claws, was about to throw both human and werewolf societies into chaos. And it was partially my fault. If I hadn't been so consumed by my past trauma, so quick to doubt Callum... A sleek black car pulled up beside me, and I

The acrid scent of silver ammunition burns my nostrils as I watch Amelia stride onto the stage, her white Chanel suit gleaming under the harsh spotlights. From my position behind the heavy curtains, I can pick out at least twelve hunters scattered through the crowd, their weapons concealed beneath pressed suits and casual wear. My enhanced senses catch whiffs of gun oil and the metallic tang that could end us all.My fingers fly across my laptop keyboard, corporate instincts merging with werewolf intuition as I work to infiltrate the venue's systems. Each passing second drives home what's at stake – not just Callum's pack, but every supernatural being living quietly among humans. The massive LED screens flanking the stage display Amelia's perfectly composed face, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with triumph as she approaches the podium."Fiona," I whisper into my earpiece, "status?""Security's in position," her voice crackles back. "But Olivia... Callum's here."My heart stutters. I catch