All Chapters of Twin Hearts,Broken Bonds: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lyra(Mia’s) POVThe night I spent in Damion’s arms still lingered on my skin—searing, soft, and overwhelming. For the first time in years, I had felt whole.I stepped into the courtyard, searching for air, for space to think after the whirlwind of battles and betrayals.But peace never lasts.A blow landed at the base of my neck, sharp and sudden. My vision spun. By the time I gasped, rough hands were already shoving a cloth over my mouth. Wolfsbane. The bitter, choking scent burned down my lungs, tearing the strength from my body.I didn’t sense them until it was too late.A hand clamped over my mouth, another pinning my arms. I thrashed, claws scraping skin, but the poison worked fast. The world blurred.“Damion—!!!” I tried to scream, but the sound broke and vanished into the night.Darkness swallowed me whole.******When I woke, my body ached from cold stone beneath me. My wrists and ankles throbbed, bound in silver and wolfsbane chains that cut into my flesh. The air was damp, t

Lyra's POV.The walls around me felt tighter every day.Cold. Silent. Reeking of damp and wolfsbane.I had lost track of time—days, maybe weeks. My body ached from hunger, my wrists raw from silver chains. But the pain wasn’t what scared me. It was the stillness. The quiet before something worse.When the guard shoved my meal through the bars, the smell made me gag. I pushed the tray aside, pressing my trembling hands against my stomach.Something felt different. My heart pounded faster, not from fear but from something pulsing deep inside me. Warm. Alive.Then I felt it. A small flutter beneath my palm.I froze. My breath caught.It couldn’t be—Tears blurred my sight as realization hit me like a storm.I am pregnant With Damion’s child from the sex we had.A sound escaped my throat, half a sob, half a laugh. Even here, surrounded by darkness, life was growing inside me.But then something else shifted.The air stirred, faint and electric. The silver cuffs around my wrists began to h

Damion’s POVThe world felt too quiet after the blood stopped spilling.I carried Lyra in my arms, her body limp, her pulse faint but there. Each step back to Bloodhound territory felt heavier than the last. My hands were slick with blood — hers, mine, Lucius’s — I couldn’t tell anymore.By the time I reached the gates, the guards froze. Eyes widened. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through dry leaves.Their Alpha King had returned.But there was no victory in my stride, only exhaustion, rage, and the desperate hope that the woman in my arms would open her eyes again.“Prepare the healer,” I ordered, my voice hoarse but commanding. “Now.”Warriors moved aside instantly. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe. I took her through the courtyard, through the grand hall, straight to our chamber. The scent of smoke and steel lingered in the air, but I didn’t care. I laid her gently on the bed, brushing strands of hair from her pale face.I laid her gently on our bed, my hands

Nyla’s POVSilence.That was all that remained when the screams faded.Pain.That’s all that was left of me.The smell of blood still clung to the walls of the cell. Xander’s blood. His scent haunted me, thick and suffocating — a reminder of the moment everything shattered. His body had been taken hours ago, but I could still see him, sprawled across the cold stone floor, eyes lifeless…My knees pressed against the stone floor, slick with what was left of him. Xander. His blood still stained my hands, warm once, now cold and sticky, like the life that had drained from me too.He was gone.Gone because of her.I stared at the empty space where his body had lain, the weight of it crushing me from the inside out. His eyes had closed in peace, his lips had formed her name — not mine. Never mine.Lyra.Even thinking about it made my throat burn.I pressed my palms to my face, the sobs tearing out of me uncontrollably. My heart screamed her name in fury. My fingers shook as I looked down at

CHAPTER 129Lyra’s POVPeace had never sounded so strange.No war cries, no burning steel. Only the soft hum of rebuilding and the whispers of ghosts we could never bury.The Bloodhound Pack was breathing again. After months of bloodshed, of watching the world burn under Lucius and Nyla’s madness, dawn finally came without fear.But peace was fragile and it trembled beneath every stare, every uncertain word spoken in the courtyard that morning.Damion and I called the gathering beneath the high dome of the council hall.The Bloodhound and Moonshine Alphas filled the chamber — men and women who had once bowed to Lucius’s cruelty, now watching me with wary eyes. Some whispered, some glared. None dared to speak too loud.They were waiting for answers.For truth.Damion stood at the center of the room, his black coat brushing the stone, his presence quiet but commanding. “Today,” he began, his voice echoing against the marble walls, “we close a chapter written in blood.”He turned to me.