All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Rain lashes against the windows, each drop an icy reminder of the storm that rages outside and inside me. I am standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office that belonged to Callum; my ghostly reflection against the blackness, watching the city lights blur through the downpour. It was only days ago when I first stood in this exact spot, feeling as if I were finally meant for this world. Now, the mate bond between us pulsed like a wounded animal, reminding me with every beat what I was going to lose.Behind me, the silence is broken by the sound of papers landing on the desk. I don't need to turn around to know what they are – surveillance photos, each one a nail in the coffin of my betrayal. Week after week of meetings with government officials, each image timestamped and annotated with damning precision. My throat constricts as I catch a glimpse of myself passing files to Agent Richardson – files containing the pack's defensive positions, their safe houses, the

Rain lashed my face as I stalked through London's financial district, the metallic scent of blood hanging thick in the air. My designer heels clicked against wet pavement – probably the last time I'd wear Louboutins to a werewolf battle. But then again, I hadn't exactly planned on joining this fight when I left my sanctuary an hour ago.A helicopter searchlight swept across Canary Wharf and lit up the chaos beneath. My enhanced vision saw it all: government forces closing in upon Callum's reduced pack; the gleam of arms designed to take down a werewolf; and then Callum himself, resplendent in his Tom Ford suit, torn and stained with blood as he faced the head of his people; those amber eyes ablaze with defiance.My heart clenched with his presence. Three months apart hadn't dulled a thing between us, despite how hard I'd tried to ignore the mate bond. Even now, standing in the shadows with my own contingent of newly turned werewolves, I could feel his presence pulling at something deep

I sat in some daze, staring at the email from James in my phone, my fingers quivering around it. What nerve he had after what he did, after destroying my heart and my belief in him, to make an appearance now? It was sent at 3:47 AM, no doubt because his drunkenness had demanded to feel exonerated or simply just heard. I just felt far too knackered to open it.The sudden, soft knock on my office door startled me. Callum filled the frame, broad shoulders looming wide, while amber eyes bore into mine with intensity; still, the same shock that sucked my breath away, without fail. Even months into whatever this was between us, I still hadn't gotten used to the raw power he gave off, the way he filled any space not just physically but with some sort of primordial energy that set my skin tingling."You're working late," he said, his voice low, rich. The sound chased an involuntary shiver down my spine. My wolf-still such a strange, strange concept it was-started to stir beneath my skin, reco