All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SophiaThe return to the city was filled with tense silences. Bright still hadn't spoken to me, but I hadn't made an effort to close the distance between us either. His anger still lingered in the air, and our argument before leaving had left its mark. I didn’t understand why he felt the need to control me. Why was he angry? Why was he jealous? Our relationship was an arrangement, without feelings involved, or at least, that’s what we had agreed upon. So why did his attitude affect me so much?But I couldn’t focus on what Conrad had told me. Bright was not someone who showed emotions or cared about attachments. I didn’t matter to him, at least not in a romantic way. For the past two days, he had been acting like an idiot.Arriving at the house did nothing to ease the tension. Bright simply walked in and locked himself in his office without saying a word. He didn’t even bother to look at me, and I had no intention of breaking the silence.I stayed in the living room, trying to calm my

SophiaBright turned around and walked away. I didn't want to stay silent. I knew Bright had nothing to do with the disappearances. I felt pressured for a moment and didn’t respond, but I trusted him. At the very least, I knew Bright was incapable of doing something like that.I looked at Dante one last time. The fight they had was unnecessary. It bothered me that Bright had gone through my things and followed me here, but now I had to apologize to him before everything got worse.Dante was wrong to say something so horrible about Bright. I knew he didn’t do it out of malice. Dante wasn’t a bad person. He made mistakes, but that didn’t make him evil. He tried to protect me from Bright because he didn’t trust him. Dante was right about one thing: no one knew anything about Bright. He joined the pack some time ago and had become my brother’s right-hand man, but we knew nothing about his past. All I knew was that his parents had moved here because Bright had managed to join James’s pack.

SophiaThe first two days were hell.I had no idea where he had gone, and my mother didn’t know either. My father, on the other hand, had information, but he was keeping it to himself. I demanded that he share it with me, but he refused to give in. Bright had asked my father not to tell me so that I wouldn’t run off after him and my brother like last time.I called him once, twice, three, and four times. Then, I called him a fifth time. The call counter reached thirty, but there was no answer on the other end.Where the hell were they?Bright couldn’t do this to me.Why hadn’t they come back yet?Bright didn’t answer any of my calls or respond to my messages. I tried to stay calm, telling myself that he was probably too busy to use his phone, but as the hours passed, the anguish grew in my chest like a dark shadow that refused to dissipate. If he was busy, I knew he would have found time to send me a simple message. But even my brother wasn’t answering my calls.Dad wouldn’t give me a

SophiaI don’t know when I fell asleep last night, but I remembered how tired I felt. The sun hit me straight in the face when I opened my eyes, and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Or rather, who I was with. Bright was sleeping next to me, his breathing calm, his arm still wrapped around my waist as if he didn’t want to let me go. I felt trapped and wanted to run away.I felt emotionally overwhelmed. This shouldn’t have happened. Not again. I swore we would never do this again. I don’t know what I was thinking. Honestly, I hadn’t been thinking at all.I barely managed to move without waking him, but every little gesture from him provoked a mixture of sensations I couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t his fault, I knew that. He hadn’t done anything but be himself. But I… I couldn’t ignore what had happened last night.I carefully got up, picking my clothes up from the floor and dressing silently. I didn’t want to wake him. I didn’t want to face him or face the weight of my bad

SophiaBright took a step back. I noticed the pain in his eyes, and I had no idea what the hell was going on. Why was he hurting? Why was he telling me that last night meant something to him? What did he want from me? We weren’t good together, and we never would be. I felt something. It was small, but I didn’t love him. I didn’t love Bright.My mind only brought up Dante. He was the one I thought about.I loved what we did last night. I enjoyed it. But as soon as it was over, reality hit me. I didn’t even need the next morning to come to realize that I had made a mistake.“And you’re only saying that because you feel guilty about Dante?” he asked harshly. “Because if that’s the case, just say it already.”I looked at him, horrified.“Don’t mention Dante,” I warned, hurt.“You have to face it, Sophia,” his voice cracked slightly. “He’s gone. You said it yourself. But you’re still tied to him as if you don’t have the right to move on. You can’t spend your whole life mourning a love that