Todos los capítulos de Torn From The Bond : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Reya's POV. With its golden floors reflecting the morning sunlight, the Mooncrest estate was a sight to behold. While I was asleep, my twin puppies named Pearl and Luis burst out into the living daylight, chasing each other around the room. The energy they had was infectious, but today, it felt even more intense. As I walked into the training area, I saw the twins in the center with a group of curious individuals surrounding them. With gleaming eyes, Pearl's hands flickered with a faint electric spark. And the crowd roared and whispers of fear and wonder permeated. I inquired, avoiding any sudden movements. "What's taking place?" Pearl looked back at me with a firm voice. "We felt like we were on the same page, Mama.". Something... powerful.""This morning, it started with Luis nodding and his eyes were wide open.". Touching each other's nerve was accompanied by a surge of energy that we felt. I extended my hand to each of them.’ Then, I experienced a sudden surge of energy, whic

Reya’s POV The air was electric inside the war room, thick with tension, strategy, and unsaid things. I stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, eyes locked on the map sprawled across the surface. Alpha Tristan stood on the opposite side, his presence a fire I pretended not to feel.“We strike from the west. That’s where Dexter’s patrols are thinnest,” I said, tapping the parchment. “If we coordinate with the Lycan guard from the north, we can surround them.”“And get slaughtered,” Alpha Tristan snapped. “You’re still impulsive, Reya. Some things never change.”I clenched my jaw. “And some people never grow a backbone unless someone else pays for it in blood.”Lycan Xander leaned in between us. “Enough. We’re here to stop a bloodbath, not start another one at this table.”But it was too late. The air had cracked open. Alpha Tristan’s eyes were on fire, and so were mine. The others felt it. The quiet shuffling of maps and murmurs of dissent faded as the room emptied quickly, leav

Reya’s POVThe battlefield lay silent beneath the moonlight, its scars hidden in drifting ash. Bodies formed grotesque mosaics in the clearing. Blood soaked into earth and roots. Silence followed Battle’s roar, and I couldn’t abide it. Not anymore.I woke alone. My skin burnt from magic’s echo. My ribs still throbbed from Dante’s blow. The morning wind whipped through the shards of memory, pushing me toward one decision: I needed to disappear.I waited until the dawn’s fire softened to a muted glow. Then I walked away from our camp. I walked away from Tristan, from Xander, from the shrill calls of celebration. My wolf howled—an urging, a need. Go. Find yourself.Hour oneI stepped into Black Hollow’s Forest, leaves crunching beneath my boots. The air was thick with smoke and pine resin. Every breath burned with war’s scent. Each footstep echoed the war cries in my head.Pearl and Luis were safe. The twins—my reason for everything—were guarded. That was good enough. For now.I needed a

Reya’s POVThe pain comes first. Not a whisper, but a scream, slicing through my ribs and burning down my spine. My lungs seize. I try to move, to breathe, but even air feels like fire.Then I hear them.Two heartbeats. Two voices.Alpha Tristan.Lycan Xander.One is lightning—violent, sharp, pulsing with heat.The other is steel—unshakable, coiled with deadly focus.“Hold her down!” Lycan Xander’s voice cuts through the haze.“She’s burning from the inside!” Alpha Tristan snarls, and then I feel his hand—gods, his hand—on my wrist, grounding me even as the remnants of Dante’s dark mark smolder beneath my skin.The mark. The forced bond.I remember.Dante’s clawed hand gripping my jaw. The words in a dead tongue. The fire. The agony. My bloodline being twisted, violated. He tried to bind me—tried to carve his mark onto mine.He almost succeeded.Until the twins.Luis’ terrified scream. Pearl’s bond-call, soft and bright, echoing through the fragments of my soul like sunlight through a

Reya’s POVIt begins at dawn. Morning dew gleams like shards of shattered moonlight on the camp’s rough tents. The ruins of the old temple stand silent watch, their stones steeped in history and blood. Here, at the edge of nowhere, something new is born.An army made of rogues, exiles, outcasts—and something else. Something fierce and alive in my bones.My boots clatter on broken stone. In my hand, I carry twin pendants: gold and pale blue. Luis’s and Pearl’s. They shimmer with latent runes.They’ll anchor me now.I step into the circle assembled at the heart of camp: trackers with wooded scars, former Riverdale soldiers with broken loyalties, hardened Lycan defectors with no home. The low murmurs hush instantly.Lycan Xander stands to my right, arms crossed. Alpha Tristan to my left—the look in his eyes sharp, respectful. But this—this moment belongs to me.I raise a hand. “Bloodborn!” I roar. The name ripples through the crowd like wildfire.They echo it back:“Bloodborn!”My heart