Bound to the Broken Alpha
My half-sister mastered the rare art of truth-speaking. In her lifetime, she could only speak three truths. But each one would come to pass. “I wish for my brother to rise to prominence.”
My half-brother, Jayce Gordon, became a respected Gamma, basking in his newfound status. “I wish for my mother to be elevated to Luna.”
My mother, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, died suddenly, and her stepmother, Rosemary Harvey, took her place as the pack’s matriarch. “And finally—”
She glared at me with venom in her eyes, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. “I wish for my sister to be rejected by her mate and forced to bond with a rogue. Barren and cursed, yet surrounded by descendants!”
Her words became reality. I was cast out of the Silver Moon Pack, left to wander as a rogue, and bound to Cruz Ellis, a scarred and broken werewolf with a damaged aura. But how could a rogue have descendants?
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Chapter 6
“Mate, how old are you this year?”
That day, when Cruz returned home from pack training, he found me standing with a stern face, glaring at him coldly.
“How old?” Cruz paused, like a distracted student suddenly called out by a teacher. He quickly lowered his head and counted on his fingers. “I’m twenty.”
“The prime of youth, full of ambition and vigor,” I said, mimicking the tone of a Luna, speaking with measured seriousness. “Mate, don’t you want to learn a skill while you’re young? Rogue hunting might keep us alive, but it’s barely enough to survive. And it’s… undignified.”
“Why not learn a trade? Tracking, combat training—it might not bring in much, but with careful planning, we could save enough. With some capital, we could establish a territory. If we’re lucky and make a big profit, we could build a den, maybe even… expand our pack. What do you think?”
I pondered.
Mabel’s truth-speaking power was cruel, no doubt. But her words—“You’ll be childless, yet surrounded by pack members”—made me think. Even if I couldn’t have pups of my own, any children born to Cruz’s chosen mates would still be part of my pack. Didn’t that mean Cruz would rise to greatness, with mates and offspring to show for it?
But my earnest advice fell on deaf ears.
“I started with nothing, just a rogue hunter,” Cruz said, shrugging. “And that’s not something I can change overnight.”
“As for the rest… we’ll take it one step at a time.”
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7.8
For years, I was the orphan girl hopelessly in love with my guardian, Jordan. He was my protector, my entire world, the man who promised he would always keep me safe.
Then he announced his engagement to Gwyneth Duran, a woman who saw me as a rival to be crushed.
One night, he stumbled home drunk, mistook me for her, and forced a kiss on me. But when he woke up the next morning, he looked at me with pure disgust.
"I know what you're doing," he spat. "Trying to worm your way into my life. Stay away from me."
His fiancée slapped me, calling me a slut, and his parents, believing their lies, threw me out with nothing. The man who had been my hero now saw me as something vile.
With my heart shattered, I made one last call.
"Aunt Diana? I'm coming to Chicago."
From now on, he and I are nothing but strangers.
8.3
Pain radiated through my body as consciousness returned, the scent of medicinal herbs and antiseptic filling my nostrils. The pack healer's den was quiet except for the soft beeping of monitors and my own labored breathing. I tried to move, wincing as fire shot through my abdomen—a reminder of Emma's difficult birth just days ago. Through the haze of pain medication, I recalled Dr. Alistair's grave expression: "You nearly died, Luna Isabella. The hemorrhaging was severe. You must rest completely."
My wolf, Aurora, stirred within me, her presence warm and protective. *Our pup is safe. Our Emma survived.*
I smiled weakly, grateful for the small mercy. Blake had been here earlier—hadn't he?
8.7
I traced the ritual mark on my left ring finger, watching as the once-vibrant crimson had faded to a pale pink outline. Seven years ago, this mark had burned into my skin like molten fire as I bound my spiritual energy to Alexander Sterling. Now it was barely visible, like a scar determined to heal despite my reluctance to let it go. The late afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse study, bathing the room in golden light that did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. I'd chosen this room specifically for its view of Central Park—a small piece of nature amid Manhattan's concrete jungle, a reminder of the elements I'd once channeled freely before sacrificing my practice. A movement below caught my eye. Two figures strolled along the winding path, their body language unmistakable even from this height. Alexander's tall frame bent slightly toward the woman beside him, his hand occasionally brushing against hers in a gesture that appeared accidental but was anything but. Isabella Rossi tossed her head back in laughter at something he said, her long dark hair catching the sunlight. I pressed my palm against the cool glass, feeling the vibration of the city below.
8.1
Rejected by her fated mate and forced into a sham marriage, Aria Winters must navigate a life of humiliation and loneliness as the Luna-in-name-only of the Blackwood Pack.
Alpha Damien Blackwood publicly rejected her on her eighteenth birthday, choosing a human girl over his true mate. But when pack politics threaten to destabilize his rule, Aria is forced into a contract marriage with the man who despises her—all to save her dying brother.
Now, trapped in a gilded cage and tormented by Damien’s mistress, Aria must find the strength to survive in a world that sees her as nothing more than a weak Omega. But beneath the surface, a quiet power is stirring… and Aria is about to discover that even the most broken wolves can learn to rise again.
9.4
Two days before my Mate Ceremony, I woke to the sound of pack members bustling outside my door. The Silver Creek Pack House hummed with activity as everyone prepared for the celebration that would make me Luna. Or so they thought. I stretched my arms above my head, wincing as the familiar ache in my legs reminded me of my uselessness. Three years since the rogue attack, and still no healing, no wolf awakening. Just this broken body and the hollow promise of becoming Grayson's Luna. "We need to finalize the flower arrangements," I murmured to myself, reaching for the mind-link that connected me to my betrothed. *Grayson?* I called through our bond. *We need to discuss the ceremony details.*
Nothing. Not even the warm hum of acknowledgment I'd grown accustomed to.
7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.