Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twin Hearts,Broken Bonds: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Damion’s POVThe scent reached me first.It slid beneath the heavy oak doors of the council chamber where I stood waiting for her, sharp and vile against my senses. I would have known it anywhere, the bitter tang of arrogance, the musk of a wolf who thought himself untouchable.Xander.My hands curled into fists, nails biting crescents into my palms. My chest burned as though something inside me had been branded. He had been near her. Close enough for his stench to linger.I forced my breathing into control. One inhale. One exhale. But my wolf clawed restlessly, pacing the edges of my skin, snarling for blood.The door creaked.Mia entered, cloaked in shadows and defiance. Her stride was steady, deliberate, but I could see the taut line of her shoulders. She expected me. She knew. And still, she came straight to me like a soldier walking into a warzone.“Where were you?” I demanded. My voice came out low, too calm, the kind of calm that always meant danger.Her emerald eyes locked on

Nyla’s POVThe council chamber smelled of old parchment and colder intentions. Candlelight flickered across the faces of elders who had spent decades playing the politics of power. They watched me with expectation, curiosity, even fear. Perfect.Xander sat across from me, his jaw tight, eyes narrowed—not with love, but suspicion. I allowed a soft, calculated smile to touch my lips.“Your Grace,” Elder Thorn began cautiously, “we hear troubling reports…”I let the words hang, letting the room fill with tension before I spoke. “Troubling? Yes. But manageable… if guided by wisdom and decisiveness.” My gaze landed on Xander. The man who believed our marriage was built on devotion. How quaint. How laughable.He swallowed, his hand flexing on the arm of his chair. “What are you implying, Nyla?”I leaned forward, just slightly, enough for the candlelight to dance on my face. “I am implying,” I said softly, deliberately, “that leadership requires more than sentiment. It requires foresight. An

Damion’s POV The rejection burned deeper than any wound I’d ever taken in battle.Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, had cut deeper than any blade. You’ll never have me, Xander. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next. The words echoed, poisoned, turning every heartbeat into torment.And then there was Damion.His wolf had nearly ripped me apart for daring to stand too close to her. I’d seen the crimson glow in his eyes, the way his claws curled like blades at his side. If she hadn’t stepped between us, I would have been dead by now. That wasn’t just protection that was possession. He was staking his claim in the most primal way possible.By the time I left Bloodhound pack, my hands shook with fury. My pride?shattered. My secrets? stolen. My reputation? hanging by a thread. If Mia handed those files to Damion, every deal, every alliance, every shadow I had built would collapse.And she had done it with a smile.This wasn’t about her anymore. Not about wanting her. Not about obsession.This

Lyra(Mia’s)POVThe night bled silver, the full moon heavy above us, its light taunting in its purity while everything beneath it rotted. I knew something was wrong long before the rogues shoved me through the gates of the ruin. Their hands gripped my arms like iron, but it wasn’t their touch that froze me.It was the sound.The sound of a wolf howling in agony.My heart stopped. That voice—I would know it anywhere. Damion.They dragged me into the clearing, and there he was.Caged.Chains of silver burned across his arms, his chest, his throat. His wolf form flickered, half-shifted, his claws tearing at the restraints until blood streaked his skin. His eyes those crimson, cursed eyes met mine through the bars, and the rage there nearly knocked me off my feet.“MIA!” His roar rattled the air, shaking the rusted iron of the cage. “Get back! Don’t you—” His words cut into snarls as the silver seared him again.I lunged forward, but a hand clamped around my waist, pulling me back against

Damion’s POV The iron bit into my wrists, the chains soaked with wolfsbane, each breath a battle. My wolf snarled within me, clawing for freedom, but the poison kept him caged.Lucius paced before me, his grin sharp as broken glass. “Look at you,” he sneered, crouching low so his eyes gleamed level with mine. “Alpha King, reduced to a dog on a leash. Just like your father before you.”I growled, my voice raw. “Don’t you dare speak of him.”His chuckle was low, dangerous. “Oh, but I will. You think Anthony was some glorious leader? He was a fool. Too honorable. Too trusting. He never saw it coming.”My heart stuttered. “What are you saying?”“You wear your father’s crown, and you’ll die the way he did,” he taunted, voice low and sharp. “By my hands.”I snarled, tugging against the chains. “Don’t you dare—”“Oh, I dare,” Lucius hissed, leaning closer so I could see the madness in his eyes. “It was me, Damion. I killed Anthony. I cut his brakes myself. And then—” he laughed, bitter and