Bound by betrayal: the Alpha's fall to BOUND BY BETRAYAL

The Broken

artbreak. One of those days when you feel little in some manner, as if nature somehow reflected the feelings yo

ed into someone else's arms, her golden hair casca

me, standing in the shadows, I thought this would be a nice surprise, an opportunity to spend

t, however, just wanted to go away, as if fading would make this suffering end.

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knew precisely what had just torn through my soul, he stared at me with a mixture of warmth and sorrow. Maybe he di

hey were hardly audible above a whisper. Orson took a step toward me as if hi

consoling in its own way, and his voice was steady and

too tight for too long. At last, my eyes snapped out of the window and into Orson's. "What made

's actions. Rather, Orson extended his arm to grasp my hand, his touch light but reassu

ting for my answer, bringing me closer to a terrible, bitter c

was the only one he would ever desire swirled through my head as we walked. They are all lies. I

on stayed at the entrance. It dawned on me that he was waiting for me to decide whether I wanted companionship or t

ven though my voice sounded little, Orson didn't hesit

ecome Alpha, he surveyed the cabin. I had imagined that this cabin would become our home and that we would fi

The room smelled like chamomile, a tenuous solace from the chaos inside of me. His fingertips brushed

omething, as I took a drink. I raised my h

a hoarse whisper.

is not worthy. He forced himself to swallow. Tension caused his knuckles to turn white as his hands clo

his words resonated with me. The Alpha's mate wasn't all that I was. I w

if he could read my mind. "You'll overcome this,

to seep in. However, as the numbness started to me

t cause me to break down. I was more than his abandone

nded over us, a faint knock r

ing. I gripped my cup, my pulse racing, as he sto

mask of rage and near despair. His eyes went to me after focu

a low, menacing voice. "

ed before, I raised my chin and looked hi

n the doorframe and his eyes becoming gloomy

nsive as his body stiffened

briefly saw a vulnerable emotion underneath his rage: fear.

en consider the possibility that I

ng, and I refused to turn away from him. "

like a shadow on the edge of his existence and who had loved him without question w

es made it clear to me that Mario