All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My heart thundered against my ribs as I stood at the edge of the ancient clearing, the full moon casting ethereal shadows through centuries-old oaks. The ceremonial crimson robe felt heavy on my shoulders, a stark contrast to my usual tailored suits. Watching Callum perform the sacred preparations, his hands trembling slightly as he marked the combat circle with mountain ash, I fought to keep my corporate mask in place.The stakes couldn't be higher. The viral video of my partial shift was already spreading across social networks like wildfire. Amelia's ultimate plan – the release of werewolf DNA evidence to multiple news outlets – threatened not just our pack, but every supernatural being trying to live peacefully among humans."You don't have to do this," Callum murmured, closing the distance between us. His amber eyes reflected the mounting fullness of the moon, a silent reminder of everything at stake. I reached up, tracing the worry lines etched across his forehead, allowing my t

My head snapped up at Amelia's snarl, watching in horror as her massive white form lunged for my throat. Time seemed to slow, my newly awakened wolf instincts screaming danger—but my human mind froze, still unused to this savage new reality.A blur of midnight black fur streaked between us. Callum.The impact of his massive form colliding with Amelia sent shockwaves through the frost-covered clearing. My heart clenched as they rolled across the ground, a tangle of snapping fangs and razor-sharp claws. Amelia's supporters surged forward, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust in the moonlight."Protect the Alpha!" Fiona's battle cry pierced the night as she shifted mid-leap, her russet fur catching the moonlight. But there were too many of them. I watched in terror as three wolves circled behind Callum, who was still locked in combat with Amelia.*Move!* My inner wolf howled, but my human side hesitated. I'd never shifted before—had barely accepted this new supernatural reality. Yet watchi

The ancient chandeliers cast long shadows across the London Pack's meeting hall, their iron frames creaking softly in the night air. I stood before the towering windows, watching my reflection ghost against rain-streaked glass. Behind me, Callum's footsteps echoed off marble floors, each step a counterpoint to my racing heart.Thunder rolled across the London sky, and I forced myself to breathe. The waxing moon hung heavy through the clouds, a silent witness to what we were about to do. To what we had to do."There has to be another way." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. The mate bond between us hummed with shared desperation, with fears neither of us dared voice.Callum's pacing stopped. In the glass, I watched him run both hands through his dark hair, his broad shoulders tight with tension. When he spoke, his voice was rough. "I could challenge the council's decree."I turned to face him, my throat tight. Even now, the sight of him made my heart skip – all that coiled po

In the growing darkness, I make a decision that will change everything. I open a new document and begin typing – not to Amelia, but to Callum. Every secret shared, every manipulation attempted, every moment I realized my love for the pack outweighed my fear of Amelia's threats. My fingers fly across the keyboard, pouring out truths I should have told months ago. When I finish, I hit send. Lightning illuminates the London skyline as I wait for either redemption or final betrayal, the weight of divided loyalties reaching its breaking point. The door opens. Callum stands there, his phone in his hand, my confession fresh on the screen. His face shows no emotion, but our bond thrums with pain, anger, and underneath it all, a desperate need to understand. "Why?" he asks simply. "She threatened the pack," I whisper. "Said she had evidence of illegal operations, enough to destroy everything you've built. I thought... I thought I could protect you all by playing along, feeding her harmless

I'd never felt so caged as I did this very moment, surrounded by those glass walls of Wolfe Industries's top floor conference room. Rain pounded against the panes, casting jumping shadows across the scattered documents telling the story of our deepest, darkest fears in black and white. My fingers betrayed my tension, quivering around a surveillance photo as my stomach churned its guilt over what I had pulled."The books don't lie," Fiona said, the slightest quiver to her voice as she gestured to her tablet. "The government's werewolf taskforce is being funded through a web of shell companies." Her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the mahogany table as she spoke, each tap echoing my racing heartbeat.Callum's broad shoulders were tense, his powerful frame cast in shadow as he paced before the pack council, his eyes churning like the stormy London skyline. I couldn't tear my eyes from him, even as shame threatened to suffocate me. Every step he took was like another nail in the coffi