All Chapters of Shattered By The Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Preface Zara Fen POV In Silvercrest, survival was determined by rank. Those born strong were protected by the pack. Those who proved useful found their mistakes quietly forgiven. And those who possessed true power watched the rules bend around them without question. For the rest of us, the pack made it certain that we understood exactly where we belonged. My father was an Alpha warrior. He commanded patrols, guarded the borders, and fought rogues with unwavering loyalty to Silvercrest. When the Rogue War erupted along our territory, he answered the call without hesitation. Along the line he never returned. The pack honored him for one night. Torches burned along the courtyard walls while the pack elders spoke solemnly of sacrifice and courage. Warriors raised their glasses in tribute and swore his name would never be forgotten within the history of Silvercrest. By the following morning, the pack had already begun to forget. Whatever protection his title once afforded me vanish

Chapter 2 Zara POV, “Zara, I begged the Alpha to show you mercy, and he did! Just say yes already. The world outside the border is a scary place for a... a wolf who has nothing. You won't survive out there as a rogue, and it would simply break my heart to lose my only sister.” Elara reached out, her fingers trembling delicately as if she wanted to comfort me, but she made sure to stay safely behind the Alpha's protective shadow. “Don't let your pride ruin you,” she sobbed softly, pressing a silk handkerchief to her eyes so the entire council could admire her pure, forgiving soul. “We all know you're not equipped for the real world, Zara. Let us take care of you. Just accept the collar.” I ignored her fake concern, the pain of the unknown wrapped tight around my heart. The guards’ hands were already closing around my wrists. With my head bowed, I was terrified of the dark woods, I was going to say yes. I was going to accept the collar just to have a roof over my head. Before I co

Chapter 4 Zara POV, At exactly 6:00 am, the alarm buzzed. I had been up since four, way deep in thought that I couldn't sleep. I’d spent the dark hours clutching my arm, waiting for a voice to explain the gold fur, for a mindlink to snap into place and tell me I wasn't crazy. But there was nothing. Only the silence of a girl who was still, fundamentally, a smudge. "Pick it up," Alpha Silas’s voice commanded, cutting through the morning mist. I looked down. At my feet lay a rusted iron blade, the metal pitted and the edge so blunt it wouldn't have cut butter, let alone a predator. Around us, Dawnridge pack stood in a semi-circle, their faces masks of pity or disgust. I reached for the hilt, my fingers white against the rusted iron. The crowd’s silence was louder than a roar. Ever since I stepped into Downridge, the pack members have never for once smiled at me, they are so fixated on testing me even if it meant me dying. But it was better than being a slave to the mate that betray

Chapter Six Zara Fen POV The attic room felt remarkably empty the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind Alpha Silas. I stayed frozen on the wooden bench, my fingers still resting against the rough, indigo wool stretched tight across the loom. The lingering scent of crushed pine, winter rain, and that unmistakable, suffocating authority hung thick in the damp air, making the small space feel impossibly cramped. My secret weapon. The words repeated in my mind, it was a heavy, jagged weight that felt less like praise and more like a threat. I looked down at my hands, turning them over in the weak light filtering through the window. They were just hands. They were stained with wild berry dye, calloused from the rough handles of wooden shuttles, and stiff from hours of pulling threads. There was no magic in them. No roaring wolf. No hidden grandeur. I was still just Zara, the girl who had been cast out of Silvercrest with nothing but a torn jacket and a reputation as a defect

Chapter 8 Alpha Lir POV We arrived at Downbridge gate, and their guards were stiff enough not to bow and that was the first thing that grated on my nerves. At Silvercrest, the gates parted like the Red Sea when my motorcade approached. Here, two guards in a dark heavy combat suit made from a strange, dull-looking fabric stepped into the road and forced my driver to roll down the window. “Identification,” the guard said in a flat voice. He didn’t care about the Silvercrest symbol on the hood. “You’re speaking to Alpha Lir,” Marcus snapped from the passenger seat. The guard checked a tablet. “Alpha Silas is expecting a trade delegation from Silvercrest. Park in the secondary lot afterwards you will be escorted to the Great Hall on foot.” I felt the growl vibrating in my chest at the thought of walking on foot. He was lucky the glass window was between us, or his throat would already be under my heel. Silas was clearly training his lapdogs to flex their teeth at the border, but a u