All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SophiaBright had fallen asleep in my old bedroom, right after vomiting. He was so weak he couldn’t even say another word. I helped him rinse his mouth, lie down on the bed, and stay by his side in a low chair, unable to take my eyes off his pale, haggard face. His brow was furrowed, even in sleep, as if the pain wouldn’t let him rest completely.I couldn’t sleep either. Mom said we could stay the night. Neither of us wanted to eat. I tried to get Bright to have some dinner, but he refused. It was still early —barely seven in the evening— and Bright had already fallen asleep. I intended to as well. But like I said, I just couldn’t.Sabrina’s death hung in the air like a heavy shadow, impossible to ignore. I kept thinking about her. Her laughter, how kind she was to me, her energy, how young and beautiful she was. She had so much life ahead of her, and now it was gone. Taken from her. She was no longer with us. It was hard to imagine the pack without her. Everyone was mourning the loss

BrightThe weight of each step down those stairs was torture. I felt like I was dragging not only my body but also shame, pain, and rage. Sophia walked beside me, and her mere presence was what kept me standing. I didn’t know how to thank her for staying by my side when it seemed like the whole world wanted to crush us.In the living room, James and Sophia’s father was waiting for us like judges delivering a sentence. They didn’t speak, didn’t move. They just watched us, as if we were intruders in a house that had once been our home.I had already come to accept the silence. I didn’t expect apologies, or comfort, or even understanding. But what James said just as we were about to walk out the door sent fire rushing back through my veins.“You’re no longer part of the pack,” he declared, coldly, without even looking at us.I froze in place. I could feel Sophia holding her breath beside me.“What did you say?” she asked, turning slowly.“You heard me,” James repeated, as if not a single

Bright The silence in Sophia’s house was so thick I could barely hear my own breathing. The door closed behind me with a dry click, like a final warning that there was no turning back. The silence of our home was so heavy I could barely hear myself breathe. The door shut behind me with that same final click, unmistakable, irreversible. The house was warm, peaceful even, but I felt cold in my chest, a heavy weight that had settled there since the conversation with James. We had been cast out. Her too. And no matter how hard I tried to stay upright, to stay strong, my soul cracked every time I looked at her, every time I remembered that her entire life, everything she had ever known, had also collapsed because of me.Then I saw him.Dante was standing in the center of the living room, as if the place belonged to him, arms crossed, watching the staircase. When he noticed me, he turned his head slowly, like he’d known I was coming all along. His expression was calm, composed, but I c

BrightThe violent crash of shattering glass ripped us out of sleep like a nightmare turned real. My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Sophia, lying beside me, shot up too, her face pale and her eyes wide with panic."Did you hear that?" she whispered, her voice trembling.I nodded, my jaw clenched tight. A second noise followed —louder this time— something metallic crashing to the floor downstairs.I jumped out of bed, adrenaline flooding my system, but Sophia grabbed my arm before I could take another step."Don’t go down there, Bright. We don’t know who it is. It could be dangerous!""Stay here," I said firmly, already scanning the room for anything I could use as a weapon."No," she insisted, her grip tightening. "What if something happens to you? What if… if it’s someone like the ones who killed Sabrina?"Her voice cracked, and tears welled up in her eyes.My chest ached, but I couldn’t stay still, not when there was a possible threat in our home. Not while

Sophia Another day. The day of Sabrina's funeral. But Bright hadn’t wanted to talk about it.The sun had only just started to peek through the windows when we woke up. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. It wasn’t a formal event, but I couldn’t help wanting to look good.Today was Dante’s official welcome into the pack, and he would be introducing us to everyone. It was strange to think about. Just a few days ago, Bright and I were still full of doubts, caught in a web of fears, threats, and rushed decisions. And now… we were part of something new. A new pack. A new life.Bright was in the other room, finishing getting dressed. His furrowed brow betrayed his tension. Even though he was the one who called Dante, the one who made the final decision, he didn’t like being here. He was doing it for me. For the baby. To protect us."Are you ready?" he asked, appearing in the doorway. His voice sounded a little dry, but his eyes softened when they met mine.I nodded with a faint