Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 3 read online

Georgia’s POV

“It should have been you.”

The words tore through me like a blade, sharp and merciless. My body convulsed with the force of my emotions, each tremor deeper than the last. A brutal, burning ache cracked open in my chest, as if my heart had suddenly imploded.

Preston turned to face me, and the sight of him shattered what little strength I had left. A mocking smirk ghosted across his face, but his eyes were cold, hollow—merciless. That mask of detachment told me everything. He didn’t see a person standing before him anymore. Just the shadow of someone he hated.

I knew why. Everyone thought I was the one who’d killed Giselle. And in his eyes, that made me unforgivable.

I tried to rise, to stand tall in the face of his judgment, but my limbs betrayed me. My legs gave out beneath me, and I crumpled to the forest floor again, humiliated. My body was numb. Broken. And still, his voice, sharp and void of warmth, sliced through the cold air.

“In the name of the Moon Goddess…”

His words struck me like thunder. I lifted my head, my breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob. My gaze locked onto him—my mate. My love. My curse.

“Preston, please! Don’t do this. You don’t understand—I love you. I love you more than anything. Just give me a chance to explain. Please…”

But he didn’t pause. Didn’t falter. His voice remained low and steady, ice wrapping around every syllable.

“I, Preston Hill, Alpha of Dark Spike Pack, reject Georgia Cooper as my mate.”

The words didn’t just wound—they tore me apart from the inside. My soul convulsed in protest. A sickening agony blazed through every nerve, and I collapsed forward, clutching my chest as if I could hold the pieces of my heart together. Inside my mind, my wolf howled in despair, her voice frantic, drowning in pain.

‘We need him! Go to him, Georgia. Beg if you must—scream, cry, crawl. Do anything. Damn you, stop being so proud and just ask him to forgive us!’

The noise in my head was unbearable—a violent static that surged and roared, sometimes like an explosion, sometimes like the bottomless quiet of deep water. Preston stood before me, unmoved. Silent. Watching me like one watches something vile crawling across the floor.

I knew what he was waiting for. The final step. My acceptance.

But I was the daughter of the Silver Stream Pack’s Alpha. I still had my pride, even if nothing else.

‘I won’t ask for forgiveness when I’ve done nothing wrong,’ I told my wolf. She snarled at me, furious. But I refused to give her what she wanted.

Then came another wave of pain, so raw I doubled over. Blood rose up in my throat and I coughed it onto the ground, staining the forest floor.

I had thought my heart had already been shattered, broken beyond repair. But even broken things, it seemed, could still feel. Could still burn.

And from that agony, something else emerged—something harder, colder.

Hatred.

I wiped the blood from my mouth and forced myself upright. My eyes locked onto Preston’s. A bitter smile curled my lips.

“You want to sever this bond, Alpha Preston? You think you can just cut me loose and walk away? I’m afraid you’ll find it’s not that simple.”

The flicker of shock in his eyes was brief but satisfying. He hadn’t expected defiance.

I shut my eyes, no longer willing to look at the man who had once been everything to me. I let the pain consume me, sinking into it until darkness finally claimed me.

When I came to, I was still sprawled on the cold earth of the Silent Forest. Preston was gone. Only Beta Derek stood nearby, watching me like a vulture circling a corpse.

As my eyes opened, he stepped forward, his voice like gravel and ice.

“This is exactly what you deserve for killing my sister, Georgia Cooper.”