All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Bright The house was silent. The echo of my thoughts filled every corner as I paced the hallways, frowning, my heart heavy. A whole day had passed since Sophia and I hadn’t spoken. Twenty-four hours of emptiness, distance, absolute loneliness. Every hour without hearing her voice was a painful reminder of how much I depended on her, how much I longed for her words to comfort me, and how, by her own choice, she had decided not to reach out. I collapsed onto the living room sofa, leaving the bag with my clothes still there from the night before. The room felt larger without her, colder, emptier. I could feel her absence in every object, every shadow, every memory that resisted fading. The bed still smelled of her perfume, her warmth, the life we had shared until recently. Now, all of it hit me hard, and the pain was so intense I could almost touch it. I had reached a point where I couldn’t wait any longer. I couldn’t let the distance and silence grow between us without doing somethi

Sophia The silence that followed my question was so thick I felt I could cut it with a knife. Dante stared at me as if trying to decipher whether what I had just said was a cruel joke or a direct attack on his honor. His jaw clenched, and I saw his breathing quicken just slightly. “Are you seriously asking me that, Sophia?” his voice, usually calm, sounded harsher now, cracked by indignation. I bit my lip, uncertain. I didn’t want to hurt him, but the words had already left my mouth. “I… I just needed to know, Dante.” He suddenly stood up from the couch, moving away from me as if physical distance could erase the wound my doubts had just opened. “No. It’s not ‘just a question,” he pointed at me with a firm gesture of his hand. “It’s a disguised accusation. Do you realize what it means to look me in the eyes and ask if I had anything to do with those deaths?” My chest tightened, and the air escaped me. I felt like I was falling backward into an abyss I never wanted to face. “I

Sophia The sound of the phone yanked me out of sleep like a blow. It was almost three in the morning. For a second I thought I had imagined it, but the glow of the screen on the nightstand made it clear it wasn’t a dream. It was Bright. My heart started pounding hard. I hesitated for an instant before answering, as if I were afraid of what I might hear on the other end. I slid my finger across the screen and brought the phone to my ear. “Bright?” I whispered, my voice heavy with sleep and fear. His answer was immediate, but his tone froze my blood. “There’s someone outside the house, Sophia.” I went silent. I felt the adrenaline surge to my chest, as if I had swallowed a piece of ice. “What… what did you say?” I stammered. “There’s someone outside,” he repeated in a low, tense voice. “I saw him on the camera. He’s standing next to the gate. He’s not moving.” I jumped out of bed so fast I almost dropped the phone. My breathing was uneven. “Bright, please, don’t go out. Stay

Bright The silence in the room was so thick you could hear the ticking of the wall clock. Everyone was waiting for me to speak, to say something, to explain what had happened the night before. Sophia was sitting next to me, her hands clasped together, her eyes red from crying. James stood in front of me, arms crossed, his face a mix of relief and suspicion. I took a deep breath. I had to talk. I had to tell them the truth once and for all. “I know you’re all wondering what happened last night,” I began, my voice steady even though exhaustion weighed on every bone in my body. “And I know you’re confused about my disappearance. But I didn’t leave. I didn’t hide.” The silence deepened. Every gaze locked on me. Sophia lifted her head slightly, and when our eyes met, my chest tightened. She looked afraid, but there was also hope. “You didn’t find me in the house,” I continued, “because I wasn’t inside. I was outside… chasing someone.” James frowned. “Chasing who?” “Someone was lur

Sophia James had been clear: Bright couldn’t leave that night. He had to rest, stay in the house under watch, and not return to his cabin until the pack confirmed it was safe. The order left no room for discussion. Bright didn’t protest. He simply nodded, saying nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor. I knew he was only obeying James, not staying because he wanted to. I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders, in the rigid way he breathed. Bright had never been the kind of man to stay still when he felt something was wrong, but this time, he was exhausted. I could see it in his eyes. We went upstairs together. To my room. James had insisted that Bright rest somewhere comfortable, and since every other room was occupied by pack members guarding the house, there was no other option. I closed the door behind us. The room was dim, lit only by the small bedside lamp. Bright sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes lost in thought. For the first time