Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Francesco’s Point of View:

“Touching, really,” he said. “So much blood spilled for a single Luna.”

My teeth bared. “You took something sacred. You touched my mate.”

Luca tilted his head, pretending curiosity. “She didn’t fight it for long. The poison worked better than I thought. Even now, she’s wandering like a lost doe, looking for a name she can’t remember.”

Rage boiled up. My claws slid free with a sound like steel unsheathing.

“She’ll remember,” I growled. “She’ll remember who she belongs to. And you-“I took a step forward “-will not leave this chamber alive.”

Luca grinned wider. “Let’s see if the Lycan Alpha lives up to his legend.”

He signaled his guards. They lunged.

Before they reached me, shadows slammed into them from the side. Marlow and my warriors, feral and hungry for blood, tore them down in seconds.

“Alpha,” Marlow said, stepping back. “He’s yours.”

I nodded once.

Then lunged.

Luca was fast. Faster than I remembered. He twisted and rolled under my first strike, blade drawn–curved, blackened, tipped with wolfsbane.

Our claws and steel met in a shower of sparks.

Pain bloomed in my ribs. He slashed deep. But I kept moving, letting the fairy push me forward. Every second I wasted here, Ellaine was slipping further away.

“Still slow, Francesco,” he taunted.

I backhanded him, sending him sprawling into a stone pillar.

“You talk too much.”

He coughed, grinning through blood. “What, no speech about honor?”

“No honor for traitors.”

He lunged, dagger flashing toward my throat. I caught his wrist mid–air and twisted hard. Bone cracked.

His scream was music.

But he kicked my knee, rolled backward, and threw a vial of something dark toward my face.

It shattered midair–burning smoke exploded. Poison.

I held my breath, eyes watering, and charged through it.

He wasn’t expecting that.

I tackled him to the ground.

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Fists. Claws. Fury.

I lost count of the blows.

Blood coated my knuckles–his or mine, I didn’t care.

He struck my jaw with the hilt of his blade. I reeled for a second–just enough for him to roll away, coughing, panting, laughing.

“She’s forgetting you, you know,” he said hoarsely. “She cried when the memories started to fade. It was beautiful.”

Something snapped inside me.

I charged. He raised the dagger again, but I was faster now. Stronger.

My claws caught his chest–ripping through leather, through skin. He gasped. The dagger dropped.

I slammed him against the wall, one hand crushing his throat.

“You poisoned her.”

He clawed at my wrist.

“She’ll never love you again,” he rasped.

“She already does.”

I reached into his chest with my free hand.

His eyes widened.

He realized what I was about to do.

“You don’t have the guts-”

I gripped his heart.

It pulsed once.

Then I ripped it free.

Luca’s body jerked. A choked gurgle left his lips. I held his heart high–beating still in my palm.

“For my Luna.”

Then I crushed it.

The explosion of blood painted the walls.

Luca’s body crumpled to the floor.

Silence.

I stood there, chest heaving, the weight of it all finally hitting me.

She was still gone.

I turned to Marlow. “Burn him into ashes and find Lira. I want every teleportation rune traced. We find her now.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

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Ten minutes later, Lira, the most trusted person with the magic from the pack was coming, surrounded the glowing rune in Ellaine’s chamber.

“It’s old magic,” one said. “Mixed with wild blood and rogue symbols. This wasn’t a council spell it’s something darker.”

“Can you follow it?” I asked.

“We can,” she said. “But we’ll need time.”

Time. The one thing I didn’t have.

d still, I felt no peace.

I stepped back into the ruined hall. The rogues were dead. The council was destroyed. And s

Only a hollow space in my chest where she should be.

Ellaine, wherever you are…

I’m coming.

Third–Person Point of View:

Silence fell over the battlefield.

The blood had dried. The cries of pain and war had faded. The council chamber–once a seat of corruption and control–now lay in ruins. The walls that held centuries of oppression crumbled beneath the weight of truth and retribution.

Smoke curled upward from the shattered runes and broken pillars. The bodies of fallen rogues and disgraced council members lay scattered, reminders of the war that had just ended.

And in the center of it all stood Francesco.

Chest bare and bloodstained. Shoulders squared. Golden eyes burning. The heart of the storm.

The last true Lycan.

He stood tall over the remains of his enemy, every line of his body -thick and undeniable.

Behind him, Marlow stepped forward, still breathing heavily, his arm

his king.

diating raw power and unyielding dominance. His presence filled the air like gravity

dented and stained, but his eyes alive with pride to be standing beside his Alpha,

Other warriors emerged from the smoke–some limping, some bruised, all weary–but their gazes found their Alpha, and they stood straighter.

The witches, once pressed to the edges of battle, now bowed their heads in reverence. Even the surviving council aides–those who had refused to side with the Elders–looked upon him with wide, humbled eyes.

It was Beta Alfonso who knelt first.

One knee to the blood–soaked ground. Head bowed. Fist over his heart.

“My Alpha,” he whispered.

The sound echoed.

Then Marlow followed.

Then the warriors.

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Then the council left.

One by one, every werewolf, every loyal soul, dropped to their knees.

Not just in loyalty.

In recognition.

Of who he truly was.

Not just an Alpha.

A King…

The King of Wolves.

Francesco stood still for a moment, staring at the kneeling masses, his breath catching at the sight.

He hadn’t asked for this.

Hadn’t fought for a crown.

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