All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

SophiaMom and Dad had invited Bright and me over for dinner. In fact, the whole pack would be there for a delicious meal, but in the guest hall. Bright’s parents, my brother and his wife, and my parents would have a private dinner in the dining room. They wanted to talk to us. Mom and Dad were worried about what had happened a few days ago at home, and they would probably suggest that we move back into their house. James was still living there with his wife, so now that things with Dad had improved a little, it was likely they wanted us to stay here again.The air in my parents’ house had always carried a different weight. The same scent of old wood, freshly brewed coffee, the flowers my mother placed in the vases every morning. But this time, when I stepped through the door with Bright, I felt that air was heavier, thick with a silence that had no way of being relieved.My mother welcomed me with a warm hug and immediately pulled me upstairs, saying she had to show me something in t

Sophia The silence in my parents’ room was so thick it felt like it swallowed even my thoughts. I had sat back down on the bed, pretending to be interested in the fabrics my mother was showing me, but my mind was somewhere else, on that conversation I had overheard, hidden behind the wall. Bright and Dad. Their voices kept replaying in my head, pounding like hammers: Dante… It was Dan… jealousy… Stefan. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t accept that Bright thought that about Dante, that he would put him on the same level as the hunters, or as some nameless murderer. Dante, the one who was there when I felt broken, when I had no one else to hold me up. Rage burned inside me, mixed with a pain I didn’t know how to contain. Mom was speaking, but I wasn’t listening anymore. I moved my lips to fake a smile, nodded whenever I thought I should, but inside I was boiling. When I finally escaped the room, my heart was racing at a frantic pace. I went down the stairs barely feeling the step

SophiaMy parents’ house had always been a refuge, a place where the world seemed to fall silent. A safe place, like a fortress. But that night, everything was uncomfortable. It felt like the wolf’s mouth. As dinner unfolded with tense conversations and forced smiles, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. It wasn’t just what I had overheard between Bright and my father, nor the words that had torn at me when they accused Dante. It was a deeper premonition, something pressing against my chest, warning me that the calm was nothing more than a mirage before the storm.Mom and Dad tried to keep the evening light, asking about everyday things: James’s work, my sister-in-law’s health, the home renovations they were planning. I pretended to be interested, nodded, and smiled, but my mind was trapped in a tangled mess of thoughts circling around Dante, Sabrina, Bright, and the invisible threat that had been haunting us for weeks.Bright sat beside me, his eyes fixed

SophiaBright’s gaze was heavier than usual. The intensity in his eyes was something I simply couldn’t ignore. Everyone noticed it. It wasn’t as if at home everyone’s attention was specifically on Bright and me, but my brother exchanged looks with me, with Dante, and with Bright. He had more important matters to deal with, but the way he looked at us meant he realized that not everything was in order.Honestly, when it came to Bright, Dante, and me, nothing was ever right. It was always uncomfortable.The pack was close, but none of them had been attacked. They hadn’t even had time to react and defend us because everything happened too quickly, and by then Dante and Bright had already stepped in to fight. James had done the same. After Bright and Dante dragged the bodies out of the house, James gathered the pack throughout the house, but before that, he took a minute to speak with Dante alone.Bright wasn’t invited to that conversation, which bothered him, but he didn’t complain too m

SophiaI looked at Bright, annoyed by his attitude. He had just accused Dante without the slightest hesitation, as if he had always wanted to do it. It was fucking uncomfortable to see how everyone stared at Bright and Dante as if the fight of the year had just begun. Nobody said anything, but everyone was saying everything. The murmurs continued among them, but no one dared to take a side.The pack was going to stand by Bright because he was an important part of it, but I knew no one really believed Dante had anything to do with what he was being accused of. You could see it on everyone’s face; it made no sense that Dante could have anything to do with this. It didn’t add up because he had also been one of the ones attacked on different occasions.Bright was obsessed, and I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to be against him, but what he was doing wasn’t right. Distrusting each other in the middle of a war would lead us nowhere, and it didn’t do our pack any good to start suspec