All Chapters of Mending A Broken Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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I rather die than choose you

For a moment… I thought I still had control.Even after everything—after the lies, the betrayal, the way she looked at me like I was nothing—I still believed I could bend things back in my favor.I told her to come back with me.I told her I would protect her.I told her I could fix it.And she just stood there… unmoved.Unshaken.Untouched by anything I said.Then she looked me straight in the eyes and said the one thing I wasn’t prepared for.“If you tell Dante the truth… I will kill myself before I go back with you.”Just like that.No hesitation.No drama.No tears.Just a quiet, terrifying certainty.Something inside me dropped.Not cracked… not shook… dropped.Because I knew her.Out of everyone in this world, I knew Freya.And if she said that… she meant it.“Don’t say things like that,” I muttered, but my voice lacked the force it had a few minutes ago.She didn’t blink.“I’m not saying it to scare you, Mason,” she replied calmly. “I’m saying it so you understand me clearly.”

Just to conquer

Freya’s POV I realized very quickly that I was not the center of Dante’s world.For a man everyone feared, a man whose name alone made Alphas cautious and Packs uneasy, his attention was not easily held—not by drama, not by emotions, and certainly not by the complicated mess Mason had brought into my life again.Dante had something bigger.Something heavier.Something that had nothing to do with me.And the more I stayed in Moonclaw Pack, the more I began to see it clearly—not in the things he said, because Dante rarely explained himself, but in the way he moved, the way he carried silence like a weapon, and the way every decision he made felt like it was tied to something far beyond the present moment.It was Gideon who said it first.Not directly, of course. Nothing was ever direct in this Pack.“You should rest more,” he told me one evening as I stood in the lab, staring too long at a set of results I had already read three times. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately.”I

Preparation

Dante was never around.At first, I told myself it didn’t matter, because his absence gave me space to breathe, to work, to exist without constantly feeling watched or measured, but as the days stretched into weeks, I began to notice how his absence wasn’t just physical—it shaped everything in the Pack, like a quiet force that dictated movement even when he wasn’t there to enforce it.He was always somewhere else.Not resting.Not hiding.Working.Relentlessly.Every morning, before the sun fully rose, I would hear the distant echoes of movement from beyond the Packhouse, the sharp rhythm of boots against ground, the clash of bodies colliding during training, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Dante was there, standing in the middle of it, pushing them harder than anyone else ever could.And when he wasn’t there, he was gone entirely.Traveling.Inspecting.Watching over territories that no longer belonged to the Alphas who once ruled them.He had taken those Packs, one by one,

It's a no

I knew the moment Dante returned.Not because anyone told me, and not because I saw him immediately, but because the entire Pack shifted in a way that was impossible to miss, like a silent command had been issued without words and everyone had fallen back into a sharper, more disciplined version of themselves.Even the air felt tighter.Controlled.And for some reason, that made my chest feel just as tight.I was in the clinic when it happened, standing over a tray of vials, carefully measuring out a new dosage for Ethan’s treatment while trying to ignore the dull ache behind my eyes from lack of sleep, when one of the junior physicians rushed in, his steps too hurried for something routine.“Alpha Dante is back,” he said, slightly out of breath, like the information itself carried weight.I paused, the dropper hovering mid-air before I carefully set it down, forcing my hands to remain steady.“Alright,” I replied calmly, even though something in me had already begun to brace itself.

Where's Aya?

I knew something was wrong long before anyone said a word to me, because there is a kind of silence that settles into your bones when something you love is no longer where it should be, and that morning, as I stood over rows of notes and half-finished formulas, trying to focus on stabilizing Ethan’s condition, that silence wrapped itself tightly around my chest until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.Aya was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet where she was sulking in a corner or pretending to be angry because I had spent too many hours in the lab again, but the kind that felt like absence, like a missing heartbeat, like something that should be there but wasn’t, and I hated myself immediately because the first thought that came to my mind wasn’t fear—it was guilt.I hadn’t checked on her that morning.I had told myself I would, that after reviewing Ethan’s latest test results I would go to her room, sit with her, maybe let her braid my hair the way she liked, maybe listen to her complain ab

Secret revealed

There are days when everything feels like it is balancing on the edge of something sharp, and all it takes is one small mistake, one overlooked moment, for everything to come crashing down, and that day, without knowing it yet, I had already made that mistake.Aya had been restless from the moment she woke up, trailing behind me as I moved from one task to another, her small fingers tugging at my sleeve, her voice soft but persistent as she tried to get my attention in the only ways she knew how.“Mama, look at me.”“Mama, I can draw now.”“Mama, will you stay with me today?”Each time, I answered, but not really, because my eyes were always somewhere else, my mind buried under Ethan’s worsening condition, under the pressure of getting the treatment right, under the quiet tension that had settled in the Packhouse ever since Mason arrived and refused to leave.“Later, Aya,” I had said more than once, brushing her hair back absentmindedly without even looking at her properly. “I just ne

Aya is mine

I didn’t know the exact moment everything started falling apart again, but I felt it, the way you feel a storm before it breaks, quiet at first, almost subtle, like something shifting beneath your feet while the world still looks steady on the surface.That morning had been no different from the others on the outside, filled with routine, responsibility, and the constant pressure of holding everything together, but something inside me had refused to settle, like a warning I couldn’t fully understand yet.Aya had been quieter than usual after I found her, clinging to me in a way she hadn’t done in a long time, her small fingers curling tightly into my clothes as if she was afraid I would disappear again, and even though I tried to reassure her, tried to make up for everything I had missed, I could tell something had already changed.Children notice things adults try to hide.And Aya had seen him.She didn’t say much, but when she looked at me, there was a question in her eyes that I wa

Letting go

The moment Mason walked out of the room, the air changed in a way I could feel in my lungs, like something tight had snapped, leaving behind a silence that was somehow heavier than the tension that had filled the space before.I didn’t look at Dante immediately.I couldn’t.Because even without meeting his eyes, I could feel it, the weight of what had just been revealed, the truth I had buried for five years now laid out between us without any protection, without the careful distance I had built to keep myself safe.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.And in that silence, every possible outcome played through my mind at once.Anger.Rejection.Punishment.I had prepared myself for all of that.What I hadn’t prepared for was restraint.“Leave,” Dante said finally, his voice low, directed at no one in particular, but I knew he meant Mason, and I knew from the quiet that followed that he had obeyed.The door closed.And just like that, it was only the two of us.I let out a slow brea

A beg to stay

The silence between us did not feel empty, it felt heavy, like something alive had settled in the space between my chest and his, breathing slowly, waiting for one of us to say something that would either save everything or destroy it completely, and I could not tell which one it would be.Dante stood a few steps away from me, not too close, not too far, his presence steady but restrained, as though he was forcing himself not to reach out, not to react in the way his instincts clearly demanded, and for a moment I wondered if that distance hurt him as much as it hurt me.Because it did hurt.More than I wanted to admit.“I should have told you,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I intended, but steady enough that it didn’t betray the storm inside me, because breaking down now would not help anything, and I had learned the hard way that emotions, when shown at the wrong time, could be used against you like weapons.Dante didn’t interrupt.He just watched me.That was the thing about

They were gone

The moment I said the final words about Ethan’s treatment, outlining the schedule, the dosage, the precautions they needed to take once they returned to Bloodhall, I felt something inside me settle in a way it hadn’t in days, not relief exactly, but the quiet certainty that I had done everything I could for the boy, and that whatever happened next was no longer in my hands.Ethan lay asleep on the bed, his breathing more stable than it had been when they first brought him in, his small chest rising and falling in a rhythm that no longer made my heart race with fear, and I allowed myself one brief glance at him before stepping back, because staying any longer would only complicate things I was already struggling to keep together.“His condition will improve as long as the treatment is followed exactly as I’ve instructed,” I said, keeping my tone professional, controlled, even though I could feel Mason’s gaze on me like a weight I refused to acknowledge. “Miss a dose, delay the transfus

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