All Chapters of Torn From The Bond : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Reya’s POVThe roar of the gathered packs echoed like thunder over the high cliffs of Sanctum. The sky was bruised with the promise of another Blood Moon, its light veiled but rising behind the broken peaks. Wind carried the scent of steel and fury—and something older. Something that remembered blood spilled on sacred ground.I stood in the heart of the Moon Ring—the ancient stone circle where Luna rights were once invoked and answered with death."This is madness," Alpha Tristan murmured beside me, his voice low, a growl straining against reason."No," I said, meeting his gaze. "It’s law. Ancient law. One Luna to another. This ends in blood or peace."The Lycan King stood opposite us, regal in his silence, his silver gaze unreadable. The gathered Alphas of the Eastern and Northern territories lined the stone perimeter, each with their betas, warriors, seers. A council forged not by politics, but by war.And at the far edge—Myra. Rogue Queen. Betrayer. Usurper.Her red cloak snapped b

Reya’s POV There was the smell of rain and blood -- a storm that was coming, both inside and out. With the moon shining through the forest's shadowy pathways, I held tightly TO Alpha Tristan' arm as we hurried through its canopy like sharp silver blades. The sound of my heart racing inside me made it seem like I was trying to escape the cage of mine. Alpha Tristan held my arm in both hands tightly with frozen blue eyes staring ahead, scanning and calculating. Previously, I had only witnessed his frigid nature and unwavering determination. I saw something else tonight, a shadow of the pain I felt.'". A common pain that had been so long ago. His voice was a low, tension-filled, almost whispered tone. Was this appropriate? Rather than the dominant Alpha I had encountered, it was a man on the brink of danger. I sobbed and swallowed my growing fear. We had no choice. Myra was gone, but her fate remained as poisonous as the wind. Dexter was still present, the mastermind behind the chao

Tristian’s POVStepping into the calm seclusion of my office, I hear only the gentle hum of the pack's territory outside the walls. For hours, I've been sitting in silence waiting for the moment when I can finally be honest, not just with Reya but also with myself.The door bursts open abruptly and there she is. Reya. Her face shows something softer….despair….along with anger and suffering. She is waiting for me to say anything; like she is aware I have truths buried deep.I inhale slowly."I owe you answers," I start, voice weak but stable. More than you can envision."She waits to respond. Her mind is apprehensive, taut. Afraid of what would result if she really knew, she is every cause I have worked so hard to shield her from the truth.I cannot, though, hide it much more.“it is about Chloe”Her eyes tighten. “You mean your ex? Or your present obsession?”A sour smile tugs at my lips. "Both." But mostly Chloe's manipulation.She frowns. "What about her?"I draw closer, my voice so

Reya's POV. It’s only just dawn, but I can sense the change in the air like a storm is stirring. Every announcement is more rebellious than the last, with news spread like a fire hose through whispers and secret messages.” Despite my initial assumptions, the words I heard are now coming through in smaller groups of rebels rallying behind me instead of the King. Why? It shouldn't surprise me. The feeling is not that the cracks beneath my feet are becoming more noticeable, ready to swallow everything up. But it does. Holding the pendant, I'm confined to my private space in another room. It serves as an essential possession. The worn surface remains in my mind as I gaze upon it, reliving the memories of hopelessness, heartache, and the struggle to recover myself. They're calling me Queen now. I am met with a pale smile, bitter and fierce. I'm not interested in being a mere ruler, but rather in having something greater to offer. My goal is to eliminate the situation where my offspring

Reya’s POVThe cool night air cuts against my skin as I tread softly through the thick forest. A dim shine in the heavens, the moon shadows across Riverdale, the territory I formerly called home. Though tears are about to rise, I gulp them deep within. I have worked too hard to become the woman I am: strong, tough, and committed to settle the ghosts of my past.Years ago, haunted by memories I buried and wounds I declined to acknowledge, this is the place I ran from. But tonight, I have to face them. To at last confront the agony that has shaped my spirit is something I owe to both my children and myself.My childhood home sits silent, abandoned, ruined. Cracks permeate the formerly magnificent walls, and vines are infiltrating the broken windows. Heart pounding, I move closer. So much grief, so much loss is hidden inside these ruins.Fingers shaking as I follow the faded cracks, I sink onto the remains of the porch. This was the place I first realized love might break into bits, loya