All Chapters of My Hatred, My Soulmate : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

DAMON'S POVThe moment it happens, it feels like someone has reached into my chest and violently torn out a piece of my soul with their bare hands. One second I'm sitting in Advanced Physics, half-listening to Mr. Robertson drone on about quantum mechanics while basking in the warm, constant presence of Serena's bond humming through my consciousness like a familiar song. The next second, that connection—the most precious thing I've ever possessed—simply vanishes.Not fades. Not weakens. Vanishes.It's as if someone has taken a pair of supernatural scissors and severed the golden thread that connects my soul to hers, leaving behind nothing but a gaping wound where her presence used to be. The absence hits me with such force that I actually gasp out loud, my hand flying to my chest as if I could somehow physically locate the missing piece of myself."Mr. Van Allen?" Mr. Robertson's voice cuts through my panic, drawing the attention of eve

Chapter 191: False PerformancesDAMON'S POVEvery word that spills from Isabella's perfectly shaped lips feels like poison coating my eardrums, each syllable calculated and rehearsed to perfection. The fury building inside my chest is a living thing, clawing at my ribcage with razor-sharp talons as I watch her perform this elaborate charade of innocence and concern. The absence of Serena's presence in my consciousness has left a gaping wound in my soul, and Isabella's theatrical display of care only makes the pain more acute."I understand why you might be suspicious of me," Isabella continues, her voice carrying that same melodic quality that seems designed to lull people into a false sense of security. "Given our complicated history, it's only natural that you'd question my motives."She maintains that worried expression with masterful precision, her dark eyes wide with apparent distress as she looks between the three of us. To anyone with a functioning brain but no supernatural ins

Chapter 193: Lost in the VoidSERENA'S POVThe environment around me stretches endlessly in all directions, a vast expanse of nothingness that defies every sense I possess. I move through this alien landscape with growing anxiety clawing at my chest like a living thing, each step forward revealing nothing but more of the same incomprehensible emptiness. My heart pounds against my ribcage with a rhythm that echoes strangely in this place, the sound seeming to bounce off invisible walls before returning to me distorted and hollow.Every shadow that shifts at the corner of my vision makes me whip around, expecting Isabella to manifest unexpectedly as she had before, ready to dominate my memory again with her dark magic and twisted obsessions. The fear of her sudden appearance is a constant weight pressing down on my shoulders, making every breath feel labored and insufficient.But what surrounds me now is far worse than any psychological prison Isab

Chapter 195: Ancient Powers UnleashedSERENA'S POVIt is now or never. The weight of that realization crashes down on me like a physical force, making my knees weak and my breath catch in my throat. I know with crystalline certainty that I have to do everything within my power to at least try something—anything—so we can escape this horrific situation before us. The alternative is too terrible to contemplate.These creatures advancing through the swirling mist look absolutely terrible, their forms shifting between states of decay and malevolent energy in ways that make my eyes water to look at directly. I know with bone-deep conviction that if they get to me or Morgana, if they manage to close the distance that separates us from their writhing mass of corruption, we are both completely dead. Not wounded, not captured—dead. Dead, dead to the very core of our beings, with no redemption, no help, no hope of rescue or resurrection. Just utterly, irrevocably de

Chapter 197: Shattered ControlDAMON'S POVI keep struggling. My body fights, but the magic is a weight, a pressure, suffocating, pulsing against me like an infernal rhythm that I can’t break free from.Isabella looms over me, a dark goddess cloaked in temptation. I want to scream, to roar, to break free from the hell she’s crafted around us. But I can’t. It’s like my body has turned traitor, betraying everything I stand for. Every inch of me, every primal instinct, is screaming against the madness, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop her.Her lips brush the tip of my length, a whisper of contact that burns into my skin like wildfire. The magic wrapped around me throbs in rhythm with her actions, every touch a step deeper into the pit.God, it's not even my arousal. Not really. It's all her. It’s her magic, her manipulation of my body, my mind, turning my every desire into a weapon for her to wield.I groan involuntarily, a raw, st