All Chapters of Torn From The Bond : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Reya’s POVThe Bleak BorderThe mouth of the Wastelands yawned like an open wound against the horizon. No landmarks—no trees, no rivers, just endless gray dust and drifting embers. I inhaled the smoldering air, tasting ash on my tongue. It clung to my skin, to my blood, like a curse I welcomed.“No backup,” I whispered. My breath trembled in my throat, but I stepped forward anyway. Alpha Tristan’s voice still lingered: If I die, finish this—for them.I held their faces in my mind: Pearl’s silver gaze, Luis’s violet fire, Alpha Tristan’s tear-stained fear. Each footstep was a vow I carried for them.Step Into MadnessThere was no path—just wasteland and silence. My senses floated on the edge. I felt Dante’s blood magic seeping through the land, like venom pooling in the dirt. No stray creatures crawled here, but every ripple of air seemed tainted.The wind carried whispers—voices I recognized. Chloe’s mocking laugh. Lycan Xander’s rage. Lydia’s gentle chiding. Alpha Tristan’s plea.I s

Reya’s POVMoonlight sliced through shattered stone. This was my birth pack's ancient keep—walls broken, banners decayed. Bones whispered beneath the rubble. Dante chose this ground, knowing every memory here burned like ambered steel.I stepped forward, my blades drawn: one Luna-wrought silver, one Alpha-forged iron. Each pulse in my veins echoed with twins’ heartbeat, Alpha Tristan’s prayers, Sebastian’s sacrifice. The scent of dust and ash filled me. He stood at the center of the throne room—once opulent, now hollow. Crimson runes bled across his robes, eyes black coals of intent.“Mother returns,” he said. His voice hollow poetry. “Let us finish the circle.”He held a blade—dark, rune-slick, curved. I matched him step for step.Duel begins. Steel rang as we met. My silver caught his iron-black blade in sparks. He swung low; I leapt back, wind gusting through rubble.He smiled. “Sharper than before.”“I live sharper,” I hissed.He flicked iron—it sliced my arm. I hissed, thumb ble

Reya’s POVThe sun rose over Lunaris as we laid the first stone of Sanctum. The new Luna Court—a sanctuary shaped by ash, hope, and purpose. My hands were stained with mortar. My heart pounded with cautious hope.Twins ran around the foundations with Isaac, the master builder, laughter bright as steel. Alpha Tristan stood at my side; his gaze soft, unwavering.“Are you cold?” I asked, noticing his arms hugging his chest.He shrugged. “Just steady. Proud.”“We’re building tomorrow.”He nodded. “Together.”The crowd gathered: Riverdale delegates, Lycan envoys, our pack’s guardians. Their eyes shifted between us—old respect renewed.I stepped forward. “Today, we build more than walls.”Silence pressed.“We build a place of teaching, safety, and healing. Not a throne—Sanctum is a cradle for the future.”Nods, murmurs of approval.Pearl held my hand. Her bright eyes pressed into me. Luis stood tall, iron in his posture.Alpha Tristan crouched, whispering: “They believe.”I squeezed his han

Reya’s POVLunaris glowed in sunrise gold. Banners of white and silver draped over stone pillars, twin runic lanterns lit the courtyard, and the valley below stirred with expectation. I stood beside Alpha Tristan, our children nestled against us, Pearl silver eyes alert, Luis’s violet gaze steady. Today, I would be crowned.But I’d decided: this crown would not place me above them. It would stand beside them.My heart trembled with promise and regret—in the cost of war, in the grief of Sebastian’s absence, in my fading power. Yet I held steady.Ceremony BeginsThe council gathered in a half-moon arc: Riverdale ambassadors, Lycan envoys, rogue elders, key tradespeople—all here to witness our rite.Sebastian’s sculptor placed the carved basalt seat before the altar—no throne, but a seat of counsel.Lydia stepped forward, holding the crown: a circlet of moonstone and iron, engraved with twin runes and lily petals—symbols of rebirth and unity.She placed it on my head as I took a breath.

That night, I sat in my chamber. A journal in my lap.I began to write: “Some battles end in blood. Others in silence. But some never end at all.”The door creaked.Pearl peeked in. “Can I sleep here tonight?”I nodded.She climbed into bed beside me.Luis joined us a moment later.My children. My anchors.I whispered as sleep claimed me: “I was once a Luna bound by chains.Now I am a wolf, bound only by love.”The ink bleeds before the words do.My hand trembles as I press the tip of the quill into the leather-bound journal, the one Sebastian left me—the one he never had time to write in.I begin with the truth. "My name is Reya Hunter. I was born in fire, raised in shadow, and forged by betrayal."Outside, Sanctum hums. Children laugh. Wolves train. Elders teach. The peace feels fragile—like glass held together by hope.But inside these pages, I spill the war.Pearl and Luis sit across from me, pretending to read.They glance up every now and then, sensing the shift in the air.“