Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 249

Still His 249 Summary

Francesco awakens amid chaos, sensing the scent of blood and recognizing it as Ellaine’s. He finds her wounded and surrounded by frozen wolves and destruction, with Dorian standing before her, grinning cruelly. Fueled by rage and the awakening of his full power as the Lycaon King, Francesco confronts Dorian, who had tried to harm Ellaine and seize Francesco’s throne.

In a fierce battle, Francesco overpowers Dorian, unleashing a powerful, ancient magic that burns away the dark runes protecting him and ultimately destroys him completely. The battlefield falls silent as Francesco stands victorious, his claws glowing with molten light. Despite her injuries, Ellaine remains standing, tears streaming down her face as she sees Francesco alive and by her side.

Francesco approaches Ellaine, touched by her voice and presence, and reassures her that he heard her call even through death. He promises never to leave her again, expressing a deep bond and commitment that transcends their trials. Around them, their allies begin to recover and tend to the wounded, while Francesco asserts his authority over the battlefield and the ashes left behind.

As Ellaine collapses from exhaustion, Francesco catches her gently, holding her close in a moment of calm amid the aftermath. Under the silver moonlight, he solemnly vows to protect her from harm forever, honoring the bond that brought him back and defying the darkness that once tried to claim them. The story closes with a sense of quiet resolve and the fading echo of Severine’s defeated scream.

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Chapter 249

Still from Francesco’s Point of View:

I release a heavy breath.

The world came back in pieces -Light. Cold. Blood.

And her scent.

It was that hit me first, cutting through the smoke like a blade through silk.

Rosemary. Frost. Blood.

This is…. Her blood?

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.

Vouchers

The realm’s light still clung to me —

—

fragments of gold and white spiraling across my skin, flickering like

embers from a dying sun.

Then I heard her scream.

That was all it took before I jump from the bed and run fast.

—

The bond roared awake a storm tearing through my chest, ripping through every boundary between life and death.

Ellaine…

My world snapped into focus.

I stop and stood in the ruins of what had once been the boundary between realms scattered, the sky a bleeding twilight.

What happen here?

–

now torn open, the mist

Below me sprawled the battlefield: bodies, fire, ash, and wolves – dozens of them – all frozen in terror as the air thickened with the scent of ancient power.

And at the center of it all -Her. My Ellaine, my mate.

She stood surrounded, her white fur streaked with blood, her shoulder slashed open, her breath ragged.

And before her, grinning through his own filth and fury, was a man.

I know him… It was Dorian….

My vision went red when I saw him.

The growl that left me was not a sound – it was a command written in the marrow of every creature that

walked this earth.

Wolves dropped to their bellies. Rogues whimpered. The ground trembled. The moon itself dimmed.

“Run,” someone whispered.

But there was nowhere to run.

The power inside me – the Lycaon King – surged awake fully for the first time in centuries.

My bones cracked, reshaping, light and shadow fusing, my skin burning gold under the moon.

When I stepped forward, the air fractured.

And the battlefield fell silent.

Every heartbeat, every breath, every thought – stopped.

Even Ellaine.

Her eyes widened

widened – silver and glassy in disbelief.

“Francesco…” she whispered, broken, trembling, beautiful.

Her voice steadied me

—

for a moment.

Then I saw the blood dripping from her shoulder.

Her pain.

Her fear.

And that was the last thread of mercy I had left.

I turned to Dorian. Fast.

And the world shattered.

He tried to move

–

too late.

One heartbeat he stood tall, chest heaving, lips curling in arrogance.

The next, I was there.

The impact sent him flying, crashing through the frozen ground, the soil cracking under the force.

Before he could rise, I was on him again – claws closing around his throat, lifting him like a rag doll.

He gasped, kicking, his claws scratching uselessly at my arm.

“Y–you… can’t… kill me,” he choked out. “You’re weak… you-”

Snap.

His words broke with his jaw.

“I warned you once,” I growled, voice no longer mine but something deeper, older. “Touch her beg the moon for death.”

He spat blood, grinning through it. “Then… kill me.”

I leaned close, my eyes burning gold, my voice a snarl that shook the ground.

“Oh, I will. But not before you understand what you tried to destroy.”

—

and you’ll

My aura flared.

The mark of the Moon King the white flame

—

erupted behind me, stretching like wings of light.

Every wolf, even my own, dropped to their knees.

Dorian screamed as my power crawled over his skin – burning through his runes, devouring every shadow Severine had wrapped around him.

His armor melted. His eyes turned black with fear.

“Do you feel that?” I hissed. “That’s what real power is. The bond you mocked – the love you thought was weakness that’s what made me King.”

—

He thrashed, choking. “No-!”

“Yes.” My claws dug deeper. “You wanted my throne. You wanted her. You wanted everything that was mine.”

I lifted him higher, the light blinding now.

“Then take it. Take my curse. Take my rage. Take the burden of every Lycaon who fell before me.”

And I released it the full weight of my soul, my magic, my curse.

―

The power tore through him like divine fire. His body convulsed, the scream that followed was not mortal — it was the sound of a soul being erased.

The air howled.

The ground split.

The sky rained silver fire.

When it was over, there was nothing left of Dorian – only ash, and the faint echo of his last breath.

I stood over the ruin of him, my chest heaving, my claws dripping with molten light.

Behind me, no one dared to move.

Even the wind held its breath.

Slowly, I turned – and saw her.

Ellaine…

Still standing.

Still glowing in the moonlight.

Her white fur matted with blood, her eyes wide, tears slipping down her cheeks.

She took one shaky step toward me.

“Francesco…”

At her voice, the beast inside me stilled.

The fury receded like a tide drawn back by gravity.

I took a breath- the first real one since I’d opened my eyes.

Her scent reached me again – faint, trembling, real.

—

I moved closer, every step heavier than the last.

When I finally reached her, she looked up at me with something between awe and disbelief.

“Francesco…. You… You came back,” she whispered.

I touched her cheek – my clawed hand trembling as if afraid she’d vanish again.

“I heard you,” I said softly. “Even through death, I heard you.”

Her tears fell freely now. “I thought I lost you.”

I smiled faintly, my thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. “You almost did. But you called me home.”

Her lips trembled, her voice breaking. “You shouldn’t have-”

“I would again,” I interrupted. “A thousand times.”

Around us, the battlefield slowly stirred. Audrey was kneeling, Alfonso clutching his chest, his eyes wide with reverence. Lira stood frozen, whispering prayers under her breath.

Then the sky cracked with thunder.

The power I’d unleashed began to settle heavy, ancient, alive – binding itself to the earth once more.

— –

I turned to them all. “Gather the wounded. Burn the dead. No one touches the ashes in the center – that belongs to me.”

Alfonso bowed immediately. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I turned back to Ellaine.

She was still swaying slightly, exhaustion etched deep into her bones. The white glow around her was fading, her wolf retreating after the fight.

I reached out, brushing my hand against her temple. “Rest, Luna.”

Her lashes fluttered. “You’re staying…?”

I smiled faintly. “I’m not leaving again.”

She sighed half relief, half disbelief – before her knees buckled.

–

I caught her before she hit the ground.

Her body was limp but warm, her heartbeat steady against my chest.

For a long moment, I just held her – the war, the blood, the screams fading into nothing but the rhythm of her breath.

The moon broke free of the clouds again, washing us in silver light.

And for the first time since the curse began – I bowed my head.

“To the moon that took her from me,” I whispered, “and the bond that brought me back – I swear, none shall harm her again.”

The wind stirred, soft as a sigh.

—

And from somewhere beyond the veil, I could almost hear Severine’s scream fading — swallowed by the same light she’d tried to imprison me with.

Conclusion

The chapter closes on a profound note of resilience and rekindled hope, as Francesco’s fierce love and unyielding strength overcome the darkness threatening Ellaine. His transformation into the full power of the Lycaon King symbolizes not only a reclaiming of his throne but also a fierce protection of the bond that defines their connection. Despite the battlefield’s devastation, the presence of light and the tender moments between them affirm that love and loyalty endure beyond pain and betrayal.

In this quiet aftermath, the emotional weight of their ordeal settles into a promise of unwavering devotion. Francesco’s vow to guard Ellaine, paired with the gentle imagery of the moonlight and her fragile form in his arms, encapsulates the chapter’s themes of sacrifice, redemption, and the enduring power of love. It is a moment of fragile peace, a breath held between battles, where the bond between them shines brightest against the shadows.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

The next chapter promises to delve deeper into the aftermath of the fierce confrontation, where the weight of Francesco’s newfound power and his vow to protect Ellaine will ripple through their world. Tensions will simmer as the characters grapple with the scars left by the battle—both physical and emotional—and the fragile peace that has been momentarily restored. Francesco’s transformation into the full force of the Lycaon King is only the beginning, and how this change will affect his relationships and the balance of power remains uncertain.

Meanwhile, Ellaine’s vulnerability and resilience will take center stage, revealing the depths of her own strength and the bond that ties her to Francesco. The echoes of Severine’s fading scream hint at lingering threats and unresolved mysteries that could challenge their fragile victory. As the characters navigate this uneasy calm, expect emotions to run high, loyalties to be tested, and the true cost of power and sacrifice to become painfully clear.