All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Sophia Bright was beside me, lying on the bed, his face turned toward me, and he looked as handsome as ever. The room was wrapped in a calm that weighed heavily on my chest. Only the wind outside and the faint creak of the wood could be heard. The moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing a soft shadow across his face that almost hurt to look at. Thank God he was still alive. After everything that had happened that night, after that infernal phone call, after believing he’d been killed, Bright was there, breathing beside me. But his silence hurt more than any words could. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if there were something up there that could explain what I’d never known how to say. I watched him quietly for a while, too afraid to speak. I liked having him close, but I was scared, too, scared of breaking the fragile balance holding us together. I knew I’d hurt him. I saw it in his eyes every time they met mine, in that distant look that hadn’t been there befor

Sophia The silence of the night was dense, almost unbearable. Outside, the wind lashed against the shelter's windows, making the glass tremble with a sound that blended with the uneven rhythm of my breathing. I had spent hours in the basement with James. Hours listening to the hunter resist, hours beating him, demanding answers. And, in the end, he gave them. Dante. It was him. Confirmed by the hunter himself. When I climbed the stairs, my hands were still warm, trembling with the rage that hadn’t yet left my body. I opened the door to the hallway and found her there, waiting for me. Sophia was standing in front of the unlit fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the door, as if she had been waiting the whole time for me to come back. Her face lit up the moment she saw me, though the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide. “Bright…” she whispered, taking a step toward me. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” I closed the door behi

Sophia My mother and father were at the company. James and a group from the pack were out searching for Dante with the help of other packs. The rest of the pack surrounded the house, keeping watch. James had declared that I was in extreme danger because of Dante’s obsession. Dante... he was the one sending me those notes. His name echoed in my mind like an open wound. I couldn’t fully grasp it. I had believed in him —in his kindness, in his friendship— and now knowing he had been capable of so much harm tore at my soul. The sadness ran so deep it hurt to breathe, the pain of having trusted someone like him for so many years. Not just for what he had done, but for what he had once meant to us. For how hard it had been for me to believe Bright, for doubting him so many times. The sound of soft footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Bright coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray of food in his hands. He had two plates and a calm expression, though his eyes stil

Sophia I woke up early in the morning. My belly was already noticeably round, a clear sign that the baby was growing quickly inside me. The sun streamed through the window, just like on most beautiful mornings. Today I felt slightly better. Hopeful. More at peace. Yesterday afternoon, the doctor James had hired came to the house to check that the baby was doing well. He brought his equipment and charged a good amount for the service. We didn’t want to leave the house, to avoid risks to the pregnancy, and because of Dante. Dante was still out there. Breakfast was light and quiet; Bright prepared my cup of tea, and James moved about the kitchen with that composed calm that always seemed to surround him. When I finished, I knew there was something in the air, a subtle electricity that made words stick in our throats. James asked in a low voice if we could go to the library. The word library sounded solemn, as if I were about to receive a verdict. I sat down without protest, resting m

BrightI never thought a single night could feel so perfect, so full of everything I had hoped to share with her since I fell in love, and at the same time, so simple that it seemed like a dream come true. A real wedding, not like the first time.My eyes followed Sophia as she walked toward me in the hall we had improvised for the wedding. The wedding dress she wore made her glow in a way that left me nearly breathless, the delicate lace caressing her shoulders, the soft fabric draping over her rounded belly, and the veil framing her face like the princess she was. My princess. My queen.I watched her smile, illuminated despite the chaos. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion. This was our second chance, and this time everything felt real. No secrets, no lies, no doubts separating us. Just us, our family, and the life she carried in her womb. The thought of the baby filled me with emotion because at last, I had created the family I never imagined having. To be a father, to protec