Still His 102_Shattered Bonds: A Second Chance Mate

Chapter 102 

 Eine’s Point of View:

 I was floating.

 At first, I thought I was dead.

 There was no pain. No chains. No weight in my limbs. No silver pressing against my wrists. Just light.

 Soft and golden.

 It felt like sunlight through a window I couldn’t see, like the warmth of summer pressing against my skin.

 But the warmth didn’tfort me.

 Because it was empty.

 I stood in a vast, white field.

 Flowers stretched as far as the eye could see – white roses, blooming endlessly under a pale sky. There was no sun. No wind. Just silence. Time didn’t

 move here.

 It felt… wrong.

 Familiar, but twisted.

 I turned slowly, confusion threading into my chest like smoke.

 And then I saw him.

 A man in ck.

 Walking between the roses like a shadow made flesh.

 Luca.

 But different. Sharper. Smiling in that eerie, wolfish way.

 “You made it,” he said, hands behind his back. “This is where your mindes when it lets

 go

 of pain.”

 “This isn’t real,” I whispered.

 “It’s real enough,” he said, shrugging. “Your body is bound. Your magic is muted. But your soul? Still fighting.”

 I tried to move, but my legs felt heavy. Like wading through mud.

 He stepped closer.

 “You feel it, don’t you?” His voice dropped, soft as honey. “That warmth around your chest fading? That silver thread snapping like silk?”

 My heart clenched.

 Francesco.

 Where was he?

 I reached out instinctively, searching for the bond.

 IL 

 But I couldn’t feel him.

 Not even a flicker..

 Luca’s eyes sparkled. “Yes. That’s the poison working. Little by little, it’s eating through your memories. First the sound of his voice. Then the votes in eyes. His name… his scent… the way your heart beats when he says your name…”

 “No…” I breathed.

 “You’ll forget he ever existed.”

 My knees gave out.

 I copsed into the roses- soft, too soft. They felt like ash under my hands.

 And when I looked down, they were.

 The petals ckened beneath my fingers.

 Dissolving into dust.

 “Stop this,” I gasped, wing at the air. “Please!”

 He crouched beside me, smiling with mock pity.

 “I gave you a chance to love me as your mate, don’t refused. When your mind forgets your precious Lycan, your heart will find a new home.” 

 He reached out- to touch my face.

 But a growl echoed behind me.

 Low.

 Female.

 Familiar.

 Mine.

 A sh of silver fur lunged through the field, mming into Luca’s chest and sending him flying back into the flowers.

 And there she was.

 Mika.

 My wolf.

 Eyes glowing. Hackles raised. Fur bristling with magic

 “Get up,” she said, her voice a snarl in my mind. “You don’t belong here. Not with him.”

 Tears burned in my eyes.

 “He’s taking him away from me, Mika. I can’t feel him. I’m forgetting-”

 “Then fight,” she snapped. “We don’t surrender. Not to them. Not to poison Not to fear.”

 “I’m weak-”

 “You’re not weak. You’re Eine Rollin. Luna of the Lycan Alpha. White Wolf of the Moonlight. You’re mine. And we don’t bre

 Something flickered in me.

 A heartbeat.

 A pulse of gold in the distance.

 I looked up.

 And saw a figure standing far away, just a silhouette.

 Broad shoulders.

 Hands clenched at his sides.

 Watching me.

 Francesco?

 I tried to run.

 But the field dragged at my feet.

 The flowers turned to rot as I stepped.

 Luca rose again, snarling now. “You don’t get to have him.”

 He lifted his hand a wave of shadows crashing toward me like a storm.

 I closed my eyes.

 I remembered-

 His voice calling my name.

 The warmth of his coat on that cold night.

 The weight of his hand on my waist.

 The kiss on my birthday.

 The howl under the full moon.

 topened my eyes.

 And screamed.

 Not in fear.

 In defiance.

 The shadows shattered.

 The rot recoiled.

 The figure in the distance stepped closer.

 Who is that? 

 Chapter 102

 That… Francesco?

 I woke up screaming.

 My voice tore through the silence like thunder, raw and panicked, my throat burning from the sound. The room was dark cold. The four bont hard like stone.

 I barely had time to breathe when I heard someone curse behind a nearby door.

 “Shit! I haven’t given her the wolfsbane yet! Why are they here already?! STOP THEM!”

 Footsteps. Scrambling. Shouts.

 Then the m of a door closing, the sound of retreating boots fading fast.

 I blinked rapidly, heart pounding. Wolfsbane?

 What’s wolfsbane?

 I tried to think–tried to remember–but the inside of my head was fog. Just heavy, damp confusion.

 I looked down.

 Chains.

 Silver glinted around my wrists.

 I frowned.

 “Why… am I chained?” I murmured aloud, dragging my fingers over the links.

 A question echoed louder in my head:

 Where am I?

 I tried to stand–my knees shaky, vision swimming–and gasped when I tugged at the chains.

 They snapped like brittle twine.

 ttering to the floor.

 I stared down at my hands in stunned silence. The metal still burned faintly from my skin, but it was nothingpared to the shock spreading through my chest.

 How did I do that?

 The silver… shouldn’t silver be strong? Shouldn’t it hold me?

 What am I?

 BOOM.

 A thunderous crash from beyond the wall jolted me. The whole room seemed to shake. Dust trickled down from the ceiling.

 Another roar. Like something massive had hit stone.

 I stumbled back, heart pounding faster now.

 I didn’t know where I was.

 I didn’t know who had locked me up

 I didn’t even know… who I was.

 But I knew one thing.

 I had to get out.

 Swallowing down my fear, I moved toward the door. My hand hovered over the cold handle. I didn’t know if it would creak, if there would be someone waiting, if another trapy just beyond.

 But staying wasn’t an option.

 Carefully, I turned it.

 The hallway was dimly lit by flickering torches. The walls were rough stone, aged, marked with faint runes that glowed softly. A corridor twisted to the right.

 Screams echoed through it.

 And growls.

 Wolves.

 I tiptoed closer to the end of the corridor, my bare feet silent against the cold floor, and peeked around the corner-

 Only to freeze.

 A full battle raged in front of me.

 Wolves. Massive ones. ck, gray, silver. ws bared. Fangs dripping with blood. Some had eyes glowing gold. Others red.

 Blood sttered the walls. Broken weaponsy scattered across the floor. The air stank of sweat, steel, and magic.

 One of them – a huge, dark–furred wolf with a jagged scar across its nk – mmed into another, throwing it through a wooden beam.

 I gasped and stepped back quickly, my breath catching in my throat.

 What is this?!

 I didn’t know who they were.

 +didn’t know what they were.

 And worst of all…

 I didn’t know which side I belonged to.

 A scream pierced the chaos.

 A voice.

 Familiar.

 But it vanished before I could focus.

 No… think… think..

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 I turned and fled–away from the battle, down another corridor. My heart thundered in my chest, my feet pping the stone as I ran through shade we halls that felt too small, too tight, too haunted.

 My mind spun with questions.

 Who am I?

 Why was I chained?

 Why do I feel like something’s missing inside me?

 I clutched my chest as I turned another corner and found an empty room.

 Stone floors. A mirror hung on the far wall.

 I stepped toward it, slowly.

 My reflection stared back at me.

 Long dark hair, a faint shimmer of silver in the strands. Pale skin. Eyes–wide and wild–glowing faintly blue.

 “Do I know you?” I whispered to the girl in the mirror.

 No answer.

 Only my own confusion reflected back at me.

 I clenched my fists.

 No. I wouldn’t stay like this.

 Whoever I was… 

 Whatever had been taken from me…

 I would get it back.

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