All Chapters of The Alpha's Broken Mate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My fingers traced the intricate patterns of the werewolf bloodlines on the ancient tapestry as if my life depended on it. The rain clawed at the leaded glass windows of Callum's study, casting wavering shadows across the scattered reports of recent pack attacks."These attacks aren't random." My voice cut through the tension-filled silence. "Look at the pattern, Callum. Every targeted pack has the same profile."Callum's pacing stopped. "What do you mean?""Large quantities of turned wolves. Human mates." I pivoted, facing him while my analyst's brain churned the numbers. "Someone is targeting specific packs. Those that don't fit into a certain. mold."Standing by the door, Fiona winced, readjusting her bandaged arm, still tender from last night's attack on our territory. "You think it's connected?""I know there is." I pulled out one of the reports. "The Thompson pack in Manchester-60% turned wolves. The Murray pack in Edinburgh-highest number of human mates in Scotland. The Chen pac

My hands shaking, I traced the worn leather binding of the pack records. The setting sun cast long shadows across my office at Wolfe Industries, each darkening stripe a reminder of how much I stood to lose if I was wrong. Or right."Someone's been feeding to Edinburgh." I growled low to myself, scanning page after page of meetings that shouldn't have leaked. Last time the pack was betrayed-three dead. That couldn't happen again, but being on the investigating end into Callum's inner circle made me a traitor in my own right.A jarring knock yanked me out of my reverie. I slammed the journal shut as Fiona filled the doorway, her copper curls catching what was left of the light."Plan on sharing what's had you buried in the archives?" Her eyes went green, narrowing to pin me with that uncomfortably perspicacious stare that served her so well as beta."I-" The words caught in my throat as I weighed my options. Trust had gotten the last beta killed. Along with two others."Someone leaked t

I stepped up onto the podium, circumscribed on all sides by ancient stone, my armor of choice-a charcoal-gray, well-tailored suit-pressed firmly against my skin due to the weighted animosity gaze. Thirty pairs of eyes-interested, hostile-naked in some-drilled into me while fluorescent lights with unrelenting harshness cut across both the strange-yet-familiar face in surreal light-and-dark ballet, a player on tensions within the very walls."The attempted breach of our digital infrastructure last month proves we can no longer separate pack security from corporate security," I said, my voice firm despite the low growls of dissent rumbling from the traditionalists' corner. My gaze met Marcus Blackwood's burning amber eyes across the huge oak table, noting how his claws scored deep marks into the ancient wood. "Our enemies are evolving. They attack with keyboards as often as claws."The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I fought the urge to touch the marking bite on my throat

I met her gaze steadily, though my heart was racing with fear. "You're wrong about one thing, Amelia." My free hand slipped into my pocket, my fingers closing around a small device. "I'm not just clever with computers."And before she could do anything, I slapped the button. Suddenly the hallway was drenched with ultrasonic waves at a frequency calibrated to incapacitate transformed werewolves. Amelia shrieked, her partial shift gone as she stumbled back clutching her head.I didn't waste the opportunity. Throwing myself into the server room, I slapped my hand on the emergency shutdown panel. The servers chugged through their kill sequence as red lights started to strobe."No!" David yelled, racing to stop him. It was too late.A roar of pure rage echoed up and down the corridor. I spun to see Callum charging towards us, his great wolf form brimming with fury. Behind him came Fiona and Alistair, with more pack members close behind.Amelia tried to shift, but the ultrasonic waves held

"My God." The words escape in a whisper as I follow Callum deeper into the underground facility. The sterile corridor stretches endlessly, the soft hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Each step echoes against the cold tiles, joining with the steady hum of machinery."Stay close," Callum whispers, his shoulders tensing as we pass through rows of sealed laboratory doors. Each bears the Wolfe Industries logo – his family's company. The antiseptic smell burns my enhanced werewolf senses, but beneath it lurks something metallic. Blood."You're sure about this?" I ask, fighting to keep my voice steady. Security cameras track our movement, their red lights blinking in accusation."The access codes haven't changed in twenty years." His jaw clenches. "Father never thought anyone would dare."The main laboratory doors slide open with a soft hiss. Callum's security credentials still work-small mercies. A holographic display springs to life, bathing the stark white room in an eerie blu