All Chapters of Broken Bonds: Beyond Destiny: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

SophiaThe murmur of the hospital was the only thing I could hear. The beeping of the monitor, the footsteps in the hallway, the muffled voices behind the doors. Everything had that artificial calm, that sterile peace, as if the world had paused. But inside me, there was no calm at all.Dante was sitting in the same chair, elbows resting on his knees, head lowered. He wasn’t talking. Just breathing slowly, staring at the floor, as if waiting for something to happen. I stayed still, the IV still in my arm, my mind spinning over and over with the same thought: it was time to leave. To escape.The door opened, and the same doctor from before walked in, holding a clipboard and smiling kindly.“Well, Sophia,” she said, looking through some papers. “Your tests came back fine, so you can go home right now.”My heart leaped. I wanted to smile, but I held it back. I wasn’t free yet.“Thank you, doctor,” I murmured.She turned to Dante.“I just need someone to sign a few papers at reception bef

BrightThe car engine roared beneath the furious rain. We drove carefully down the highway as darkness settled. We had an escort on our way home, cars in the distance, wolves from our pack, alert and watchful, scanning every street. We weren’t taking any chances after everything that had happened. We had to be cautious. We’d underestimated Dante once. We couldn’t afford to do it again.I glanced in the rearview mirror. Sophia was leaning against the back seat, her head resting on the window, eyes lost in the darkness. She was wearing a coat one of the nurses had given her before we left the hospital, yet she was still trembling. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from what she had just endured. Maybe both.I could hardly take my eyes off her. Every time I did, part of me felt like I could lose her again. The mere thought froze my blood.“How do you feel?” I asked softly.It took her a few seconds to answer.“I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “Tired, I guess. I’m pretty confu

BrightThe silence in the room was almost absolute. Only Sophia’s soft breathing and the faint ticking of the clock could be heard. There was little light, but it was enough for her to rest well. She looked peaceful in her sleep, and that broke my heart. I knew she hadn’t truly slept in a month. Her face looked exhausted, different.Her skin was pale. Her body looked thinner, and her lips were dry. Still, she was beautiful. She looked so fragile that I was afraid if I touched her, she would break. I had dreamed for so long of seeing her sleep peacefully by my side. I couldn’t believe it had finally happened.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I didn’t have to ask who it was. I would recognize that knock anywhere.“Come in,” I said quietly, careful not to wake her.James peeked his head in before entering slowly. His expression was a mix of exhaustion and relief. His clothes were dirty, his hair messy, and there were a few scrapes on his arms, probably from running

SophiaSophia remained by my side, breathing calmly, her face serene against the pillow. The light coming through the open curtains slid across her skin like a golden trace. It had been so long since I had seen her so peaceful, without fear or tension. But I could still sense the trauma lingering in her. It was a calm born from exhaustion, not peace, an aftermath of darkness that she still carried within her. The darkness Dante had left behind.I couldn’t get out of my head what Dante had told me a few hours ago. Unlike her, I felt like I was losing my mind, trying to figure out the new game Dante was planning. Dante was clever, a real killer. A master planner. If he’d managed to sneak into our wedding night, into a house full of werewolves who already had his scent, then he was capable of anything. I didn’t even feel completely safe knowing the house was surrounded by wolves; after all, we had been attacked once. Sophia had no idea about the deaths Dante had caused that night. I didn

BrightThe police station had a smell I didn’t like. I could sense the anxiety, the confinement. I went through security, left my phone in the tray, and was forced to sign a few papers. I hadn’t called James—not from home or my phone— to tell him I was coming here, because he wouldn’t have agreed with my decision.They led me to the visiting room. Metal table, phone hanging from the wall, two guards watching from a distance. I’d asked to see Dante face-to-face, no glass between us. They said they’d consider it, that they’d see if it was possible. I sat down and waited. I didn’t speak, didn’t check the clock. I just waited for them to bring him in.He came in handcuffed. The guy walked with his head high, as if nothing weighed on him. He had that same arrogant smile he used to wear when he thought he owned everything. He lacked conscience and overflowed with ego. The guards sat him in front of me and stayed close, just in case.“Bright,” he said, like he was anywhere else but a prison.