All Chapters of Twin Hearts,Broken Bonds: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nyla’s POVThe mirror betrayed me.It showed the cracks I tried so hard to smooth away, the tremor at the corner of my mouth, the faint redness in my eyes from a night without sleep. Powder and rouge had hidden worse before, but nothing could erase what happened in that chamber. Not the whispers. Not the stares. Not the smugness that clung to Mia’s every step.My nails dug into the edge of the vanity. I should have shattered the glass just to silence the reflection. Instead, I stared at myself until the fury steadied. Anger could be poison, or it could be a blade. If I used it right, it would cut for me, not against me.Mia thinks she’s won. Damion thinks he’s untouchable. The council thinks I’ve been humiliated beyond return.Let them believe it. It would make the fall sharper when I dragged them all down.I turned from the mirror and crossed to my desk, where papers lay strewn like the bones of prey. Letters. Secrets. Promises people had whispered to me in exchange for my silence. O

Nyla’s POVThe mirror shattered before I even realized I had thrown the glass. Shards glittered across the floor like broken stars, catching the flicker of the candlelight. My chest heaved, breath ragged, fury coiled so tight inside me I thought I might split open.How dare he.How dare Xander sit there, drowning in whiskey and silence, his eyes glassy with longing but not for me, not for the woman who had stood by him through every loss and ruin, but for her. For Mia.The thought was acid in my throat.I pressed my palms against the vanity, meeting my fractured reflection through splinters of glass. The woman who looked back wasn’t the polished daughter of the Bennett pack. She was feral, dangerous, her eyes wild with fire.“I gave you everything,” I hissed to the broken shards as though Xander himself stood there. “I burned my family, my own blood, for you. And still… she owns you.”He had not spoken her name, but he didn’t need to. I could feel it in the way his gaze drifted, in th

CHAPTER 105Lyra (Mia’s)POVThe echo of the council chamber still clung to me as Damion pulled me through the corridors of Blackthorne Hall. His hand was iron on my wrist, his pace a storm I could barely keep up with. The silence between us was heavier than the accusing stares we had just left behind.When the doors to his private chambers slammed shut behind us, the walls themselves seemed to shudder. The lock clicked, sealing us away from the world, from Nyla’s venom, from Xander’s smirk.But not from each other.Damion released me so abruptly I stumbled. He turned his back, shoulders heaving, his aura still bristling with the raw force of the Alpha King he had wielded like a blade in the hall. For a long moment, he said nothing. His fists clenched at his sides, his head bowed as though waging war with himself.I pressed a hand to my chest, willing my racing heart to slow. His defense had stunned me, seared into me like fire. Yet now, in the quiet, doubt seeped in. He hadn’t done it

Lyra(Mia’s)POVHis roar still echoed through the courtyard, a sound that rattled through my bones long after the night swallowed it. He was kneeling now, body torn between two worlds, a man and beast, Alpha and cursed monster. Sweat and moonlight slicked his skin, veins glowing like molten chains trying to hold him together.I pressed my palm to the cold stone column beside me, my nails digging into the surface. Every instinct screamed to flee, to run from the nightmare unraveling before me. Yet my heart chained me here. How could I abandon him when he was breaking apart before my eyes?His claws scraped into the soil again, ripping deep furrows as if the earth itself was his enemy. The scent of iron hung heavy in the air where his blood spilled from cracked knuckles.“Damion…” I whispered again, though I knew it was reckless.His head snapped toward me.The eyes that locked on mine were no longer his. Gold and red bled together, twin infernos that didn’t recognize me. His lips peeled

Lyra(Mia’s)POVThe days after his confession passed in a blur. I found myself watching him in ways I never had before. Not just as the Alpha King who ruled with iron command, but as the man who bore a curse that gnawed at his soul every night.Every time he touched the syringe, my chest tightened. The wolfsbane burned him—I could see it in the way his muscles locked, in the guttural growl he bit back as the poison seared through his veins. Yet he never complained, never faltered. He bore it with the same grim discipline he carried into war.And I….damn me….I started to care.It crept in silently, uninvited, slipping past the walls I had built with such precision. A softness, sharp as a blade.I noticed the lines of fatigue around his eyes, the way his hands trembled faintly when he thought no one was watching. I noticed how he avoided the east wing of the castle, where children played in the courtyards—too afraid of what his beast might do if it slipped free. I noticed how he lingered