All Chapters of Twin Hearts,Broken Bonds: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

Lyra’s POVLucius’s abandoned chamber still smelled of dust and death.The torches flickered as I pushed open the heavy iron door, my breath catching when the cold air wrapped around my skin. No one had stepped inside this room since the day Damion ended his reign. His darkness still clung to the stone walls, whispering old curses in the silence.But something… pulled me here tonight.My steps echoed softly as I walked past overturned tables, broken glass, and the remnants of Lucius’s madness. My hand drifted along the cracked desk, brushing away dust, until it caught on something buried beneath—A hidden compartment.I froze.My pulse quickened as I pried it open. A faint scent of old parchment drifted out. Wrapped in black silk, untouched by time, lay a scroll sealed in gold.Not Lucius’s seal.Alaric Byers.Damion’s father. The last true Alpha King.My throat tightened as I broke the seal.The parchment unfurled slowly, trembling between my fingers.The handwriting was bold. Elegan

Damion’s POVThe attack came before dawn, when the world was still quiet enough for fear to be heard. A scout burst into the war hall with ash smeared across his face, breath sharp and frantic.He spoke of fire sweeping through the outer villages, shadows moving with unnatural speed, rogues tearing through defenses as if they had been trained to fight as one body. Behind them marched witches cloaked in midnight, and further still, scattered remnants of the monsters Lucius once called his loyal hounds. Selene Varran was no longer testing our borders. She had launched a full invasion.I felt the weight of the kingdom press onto my shoulders. My generals rose from their seats instantly, barking orders, drawing strategies, ready to charge into the chaos. The scent of burning earth seeped in even from the stone walls. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to take the field, to lead the army the way I always had. But beneath that instinct lived something stronger. A smaller heartbeat.

The battlefield beyond the walls of Bloodhound had fallen silent, the fires smoldering in the distance, the acrid scent of ash and blood hanging heavy in the air. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the screams of war were gone. The Moonlight shone down on the packs, both Bloodhound and Moonshine, their warriors exhausted but alive.Inside the castle, the chaos of battle had not followed, but a different storm raged.Lyra lay on a bed in the center of the chamber, her hands pressed to her belly, her face pale but resolute. She had barely spoken since the last attack, and now, the tension in her body had reached its peak. I stayed at her side, kneeling on the floor, holding her hand and watching the faint rise and fall of her chest.Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, and in them, I saw all the battles we had fought, all the losses we had endured, and the fragile hope that had survived. “It’s over,” she whispered, though her voice carried no relief. “The packs… the bl