Completely Broken の小説・ストーリー

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

My whole body shook as I stood against the window looking out at the street. I’d fucked up my life, ended it for all intents and purposes, and yet still, in my purgatory, I could still wreak havoc on others. Stuck in limbo, I didn’t think things could get worse, yet they had. It seemed rock bottom had many levels, and I had reached an all-time low. What the fuck was the purpose of my life other than destruction?

We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

And I was so completely fucked. ---

"Either way, I'm screwed. I got a letter from a collections agency this morning. They're threatening to sue. I could lose everything—not that I have much to lose. This apartment, my car... I'll probably have to declare bankruptcy." "What about Marcus? Can't you sue him? He's the one who bailed." "With what money? Lawyers cost thousands of dollars. And even if I could afford one, Marcus is gone. His father said he left the country. I don't even know where he is." Elena's voice cracked. "He won't answer my calls. He blocked me on everything. It's like... it's like I never existed to him." That was the part that hurt the most. Not the money, not the humiliation—though those were awful. It was t

I composed myself and called my mom to come get me. Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. "Ella, what's wrong?" He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left. Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely. "That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

I burned through every last drop of healing power in my body. And the cost was this: the mate bond broke completely.

Layered. “I am not an empty vessel,” I said, standing in the illusion. “I am not a cup for the moon to pour into and pour out of. I am a person. I chose this bond.” I reached up and touched the mirror. “Break,” I said. It did. The glass shattered without cutting me, dissolving into harmless light that rained down and then evaporated. The elders vanished. The temple peeled away. The Veil’s half-light replaced it, the serpent’s presence shriveling like a slug dashed with salt.

But it doesn’t work. Because I am broken, and I’m pretty sure I’m beyond repair.