Novel & Cerita Broken Bonds Chinese Drama

I exclaimed, horrified at my appearance. My tears had dried, leaving behind traces of their existence, and my facade had crumbled, revealing the pain etched into every contour of my face. I gingerly wiped away the remnants of tears and attempted to restore my makeup, hoping it would provide some semblance of normalcy. Leaving the bathroom, I returned to my office with a heavy heart. The weight of betrayal weighed heavily on my shoulders, and I had an urgency to seek solace in the presence of someone who cared. I picked up my phone, dialed Damien's number, and waited anxiously as it rang.

I never would have thought that the Alpha, who was always so clingy and sweet toward me, would be capable of such a clean break. Jack and Phoebe were still crying softly in the background when the elder, with a resigned sigh, officially severed our mate bond. Chris remained silent. He helped his parents up and guided them out of the room the moment the mate bond was severed. I nearly collided with Emily as I went by the doorway. I noticed she was still in her medical gown, and though her belly had begun to recede, her face looked healthy and flushed with color. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Chapter 44 The penthouse lights cast long shadows across the floor. Damien sat on the couch with his head bowed. The bond between him and Zara flickered weakly. She could feel the pain of the broken pack bonds like distant echoes in his chest. Each one that snapped took a piece of him with it. Her phone rang. She put it on speaker.

Lily asked, "Which one? What?" The man's lips curled upward at the ends. A faint outline of possible regret or relief. "It broke," he said. He closed his eyes again. This time, he tried to open them. However, he didn't try. "That's all we got," Dylan said. "Eventually," Lily said again. She rose from the chair. The chair didn't creak. She knew how to distribute her weight evenly.

Before leaving, he chose to wear the very first tie Seraphina had bought him after they became mates. At the time, their mate bond had been at its peak. They would always exchange a kiss and a hug before stepping out of the house. As time went on, Kaden ruined the beautiful memory with his own hands. The studio audience was packed to capacity, everyone drawn by the sensational drama. Kaden's haggard appearance did not go unnoticed. The host started with a few subtle questions to probe for the reason behind the broken mate bond. Unexpectedly, Kaden didn't have reservations about owning up to his mistake.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

The love I'd tried to hide, the hope I'd been afraid to acknowledge, the deep, unshakeable belief that we could make this work. The bond settled into something new, not the tentative connection we'd had before, but a solid, unbreakable link. His heartbeat became mine. His emotions colored my own. And through it all, I felt completely, perfectly myself. The bond didn't diminish me or override my identity. It enhanced everything I was while connecting me to everything he was. When we finally broke apart, both gasping, the gathered witnesses erupted in cheers. Damien was grinning, Sarah was sobbing happily, and Marcus looked satisfied, like he'd known all along this was how it would end.

"Lily, please. Don't do this. We can fix this. Whatever's wrong, we can fix it." But it was too late. The moment I'd spoken the rejection, the bond between us had shattered. I'd felt it break, felt the connection that had tied me to him since the moment we met snap like a rope pulled too tight. The pain had been so intense that I'd collapsed, my knees hitting the floor as I gasped for air.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms, and I whispered through gritted teeth, “No more.” I reached deep into the bond, gripped it with everything inside me, and yanked. The moment it snapped on my side, the pain was unbearable. It was like my soul had been torn in half, ripped from the inside out. I staggered back, clutching my chest, gasping as my knees nearly buckled beneath me. Fire and ice coursed through me, colliding violently until I couldn’t breathe. But worse than the pain was the truth that followed. I felt it—my side of the bond was broken. But his… his remained intact. Damian still held the thread.

And the words— They stole the very breath from my lungs. “To the daughters of the Moon: The twin bond shall cleanse the ancient curse. Light and shadow, born of one blood. When one falls, the other shall carry the darkness. When both unite, the world shall heal.” My vision blurred. Lyra and Nyla. Twin bond. But Nyla… Nyla was gone. Her blood had stained my hands. Her screams still echoed through my dreams. “How can the bond be healed,” I whispered shakily, “if one half is dead?”