All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

My heels clicked against ancient stone as I descended into the emergency council chamber beneath Wolfe Industries. Every step echoed with the weight of what was coming. What we'd done."They're waiting." Callum's voice carried that edge of authority that still made my wolf want to submit, even now."Let them wait." I straightened my blazer, a gesture more for my nerves than appearance. "We did what had to be done."The heavy oak doors opened, and the sea of hostile faces appeared. The energy from the pack leaders hit me like a wave- some were allies, others barely containing their rage. Modern screens with security feeds cast eerie blue light upon the chamber's stone walls, where the histories of the centuries of packs were etched in judgment.Protocol discarded, Marcus Chen rose before Callum could speak. "The corporate world was your playground, but this? Open warfare with Reynolds Corp?" His usually even voice shook. "We're one smartphone video away from exposure.""Sit down, Marcu

I stood in the center of a ritual circle, with the stench of sage and wolfsbane burning my nostrils, as three ancient witches closed the triangle around me. Hundreds of black candles cast dancing shadows along the stone walls of this chamber beneath the London pack house."Stop fidgeting," Agnes whispered, her milky eyes managing to find mine in this dim light. "The energies must align perfectly."I didn't move, didn't twitch, even when every instinct inside of me yelled to stand and run. My gaze slid to the place where Callum had retreated into the darkness; yellow eyes glowed back within the candlelight. The weight of his regard stirred my skin, as unrelenting in my ire as my abiding outrage."You had no right to turn me," I said into the silence. "And then put me through this?"Callum stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "Olivia-""Silence!" Moira ordered, her dark skin aglow with ritual markings. "The ceremony starts.The three witches clasped hands, their voices intertwining in som

The wooden walls of the gathering hall seemed to press in on me as I watched the pack fracture before my eyes. Moonlight filtering through high windows cast long shadows across faces I'd known for months-faces now twisted with doubt and anger. The usually warm space felt oppressive, heavy with unspoken accusations."This isn't about the prophecy anymore," Marcus's voice cut through the tense silence. "Our Alpha's judgment is compromised."My heart clenched as I watched Callum's jaw tighten. He stood beside his ornate chair at the head of the hall, shoulders rigid. Even from my position near the back, the fury radiating off him in waves was palpable."You dare question my leadership?" Callum's voice was even, but his eyes danced dangerously."I dare question any Alpha who puts his human mate above pack safety," Marcus spat the words. His amber eyes gleamed with defiance as he stepped forward. "While other packs prepare for war, you chase prophecies and a woman who brings nothing but do

The moon cast long shadows across Callum's office, where stacks of missing persons reports littered his normally pristine desk. I clutched the financial documents in my hands as the weight of what I had found hit me squarely between the eyes."Callum," I called, the tension evident in my tight voice. "We have a problem."He glanced up, his amber eyes flashing in a heartbeat. Same effect my heart got, despite all we had survived so far. "What'd you find?""Someone has been siphoning funds out of Wolfe Industries." I fanned the documents out over his desk, nudged the reports detailing the missing werewolves out of the way. "Shell companies. They all belong to various known hunter organizations. Systematic transfers-the dates go back months.""Show me." Callum's voice held that razor's edge I'd become so familiar with-the Alpha strangling his anger.I indicated the records of the transactions. "Here. Regular payments, always just shy of the reporting threshold. Whoever did this, knows ou

The ancient oak doors loomed before me, carved wolves seeming to leap in the flickering torchlight. My fingers brushed against Callum's suit jacket, seeking reassurance I wasn't ready to admit I needed."Ready?" Callum's voice was low, meant only for me."As I'll ever be." I squared my shoulders, thanking whatever star aligned to grant me a designer dress worthy of a lot more poise than I currently owned. "Though I still think bringing a former human to the Alpha Council may be perceived as.insensitive.""You're my mate." His jaw worked his tone final. "They'll deal with it."It seemed that the groan of the heavy doors as they swung open had echoed along the private wing. The setting sun was shining through the stained glass window, casting blood-red shadows on the teak surface, where twelve ornate chairs were drawn up to a huge circular table. My enhanced senses picked up mingled scents of anxiety, ambition, and something darker that stirred my wolf uneasily.Viktor Petrov was the fi