Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Go to Ellaine Point of View:

The air in the highest tower felt wrong.

Too thick. Too still. Too heavy for anyone but me to bear.

My lungs burned with each breath, but not from weakness steady, commanding pulse.

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no, that fragile part of me was gone. I could feel my blood thrumming with a

My veins no longer carried pain; they carried power, and it was mine.

‘We’re ready, Ellaine‘ Mika voice echoing on my head.

And that’s the order I needed.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to the sight of Audrey hovering over me, panic flashing across her face like lightning.

“My Luna, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling as though she already feared the answer.

Behind her, Monica burst through the door, Beta Alfonso a step behind, his brows furrowed and shoulders tense.

“What’s happening to her?” His tone was clipped, urgent.

Audrey turned toward Monica, as though my own answer didn’t matter, her hands hovering uselessly over me. “She’s… she’s breathing so hard- I don’t know what to do, Monica. She’s starting to convulse. Lira’s not here-‘

I pushed myself up, ignoring their frantic voices.

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My movements were too fluid, too certain for the woman they remembered lying here hours ago.

Their eyes widened.

“I don’t need Lira,” I said, my voice low but resonating through the chamber like a command.

Alfonso froze mid–step, his gaze flicking between my face and the strange, fierce energy emanating from me.

His mouth opened as if to speak, but a sound cut through the air before he could.

A howl.

Not the howl of Francesco, not of any warrior – but mine.

It rose from my throat without effort, spilling into the night like liquid silver, vibrating the stone walls around us.

The sound carried farther than my mind could image, echoing over the kingdom, reaching every ear, pulling every head upward toward the

tower.

Beta Alfonso stared at me, wide–eyed. “Luna…”

Yes. They knew. They all knew.

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Below, in the courtyards and streets, the people of the kingdom stopped in their tracks.

The howl of their Luna was not just a sound – it was a declaration.

A heartbeat later, they began to move, their footsteps gathering like a tide toward the base of the tower.

Through the open balcony doors, I saw them coming–dozens, then hundreds.

“What is going on?” I heard someone asked, but her words were lost under the growing roar of feet and whispers.

I could hear they gasped in unison when I stepped out into the moonlight.

I stood at the balcony’s edge, clad in a white gown that fluttered against the wind, my silver hair spilling like molten frost over my shoulders.

I could feel their eyes lock on me disbelief, awe,

fear

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all of it feeding the electric air between us.

I didn’t need Beta Alfonso to speak for me.

My voice rang out over the crowd.

“Ready your warriors. Help your King. Now.”

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There was no hesitation. No question. In a heartbeat, the pack moved — shouts echoing, boots pounding, wolves beginning to shift as orders

spread.

And then I moved.

“My Luna!” Alfonso called from the base of the tower, his face pale beneath the torchlight. “Please–wait until the healers-”

“There’s no time,” I said, my voice steady, carrying across the courtyard like a command. “Our King Alpha needs me. Hold the lines here. Tend to the wounded. I will bring him back.”

I turned to Audrey, who stood frozen behind me, still gripping the balcony doorframe. “Guard the heart of the kingdom. No one breaches

these walls until I return.”

Her throat bobbed in a hard swallow before she nodded. “Yes/my Luna.”

The wind shifted, carrying the faint, guttural roar of a Lycan locked in combat. My chest ached at the sound–it was both a warning and a plea. Francesco was pushing himself to the brink.

I stepped up onto the balcony ledge, bare feet gripping the cold stone. Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd below as they realized my

intent.

“Luna!” Monica’s voice trembled from somewhere behind Audrey. “It’s too high-”

Without another word, I stepped up onto the balcony railing.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Then, gasps – sharp and unrestrained – as I leaned forward and leapt.

The wind screamed past my ears, the ground rushin toward me like an executioner’s blade. For the briefest heartbe nothing but moonlight.

Then, with the raw snap of muscle and bone, the shift took me.

is suspended in

White fur exploded across my skin, the world sharpening into razor clarity – every heartbeat below, every scent carried on the wind, every flicker of torchlight a glowing star in my sight.

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I hit the ground in a crouch, my paws carving deep furrows into the earth from the force of my landing

The crowd fell back instinctively, some stumbling to their knees.

My presence rippled through them not just as their Luna, but as a predator that could tear them apart if I wished.

The night air carried Francesco’s scent, faint but threaded with urgency, and beneath it… something darker, Bitter. Wrong

Iran.

The streets were a blur beneath me, claws striking stone, scattering dust and gravel. Wolves stepped aside without thought, warriors pausing only to bow their heads before I passed.

Somewhere deep in the kingdom, the wounded knights lay groaning in pain, their voices reaching me faintly.

The scent of their sickness–that same dark taint–curled in my nostrils, sour and heavy. I could almost taste it.

The fields gave way to the outskirts, and still I ran, my speed fueled by something I couldn’t name – urgency, fury, the deep pull in my chest that told me Francesco was fighting for more than just victory.

Every muscle burned, but I did not slow.

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