Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 260

Still His 260 Summary

Before the moon rose, the narrator is thrust into a vivid, harrowing dream where she finds herself in a dark, oppressive chamber filled with eerie blue flames, chains, and ancient runes. At the center, a bound vampire woman named Liora, with bloodied wrists and ragged clothes, pleads silently for help. The atmosphere is thick with fear and despair, and the narrator feels powerless to intervene.

Suddenly, Totti appears, transformed by a powerful magic that makes him more than human, radiating a dangerous energy. Despite Liora’s desperate pleas, Totti silences her and cruelly declares her sacrifice as something honorable and necessary. He then takes a bone-carved blade and slashes her, causing her blood to activate the glowing runes on the floor. The chamber quakes as the magic surges, and Severine arrives in horror, witnessing the brutal scene and accusing Totti of betrayal.

Totti presses his hand over Liora’s heart, which continues to beat even after her death, and merges its power with the mermaid’s flame on the altar. Severine collapses, devastated by the lie that no one would die, while the narrator senses a dark figure watching silently from the shadows—Drake, Liora’s lover. Drake tries to reach Liora, but the magical light repels him, and she vanishes, leaving only his anguished scream behind.

The dream shatters, and the narrator wakes gasping, physically shaken and tearful. Francesco, by her side, listens as she reveals the truth she has seen: Totti killed Liora and stole her heart. Francesco realizes this heart is the true debt owed, not land or gold, and understands the depth of Drake’s vengeance. The chapter ends with the chilling realization that Drake’s wrath is fueled by love, making him an even more dangerous adversary because it means he desires the narrator herself.

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Still His 260

Chapter 260

Before the moon had a chance to rise, the dream seized me.

Unlike the gentle dreams that usually visited, this one dragged me mercilessly downward—through a suffocating darkness reeking of iron and decay, through a chilling air sharp enough to pierce my lungs.

When my eyes finally opened, I was no longer lying in my familiar bed.

Beneath me stretched cold, wet stone—stone that seemed to hold the echoes of past screams in its very pores.

And the chamber…

Oh God, the chamber was alive with an eerie presence.

Chains hung from the ceiling like the exposed ribs of some ancient, long-dead creature. Along the walls, candles flickered with unnatural blue flames, their light offering no warmth, only a ghostly chill. The heavy scent of incense mingled with the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood that hung thick in the air.

At the center of it all was a circle etched into the floor—runes twisting and coiling like serpents, pulsing faintly with a strange, otherworldly glow.

And within that circle—

A woman.

A vampire.

She stood bound, pressed against a pillar carved from stone, her wrists raw and bleeding where iron cuffs bit into her skin. Her hair was as black as spilled ink, matted with sweat and grime. The edges of her dress were ragged, soaked with blood that shimmered silver in the flickering candlelight.

Her chest heaved with shallow, trembling breaths, each inhale accompanied by a sound like breaking glass.

I tried to step closer—or at least I thought I did—but in dreams, distance is a cruel illusion.

Then her eyes opened.

Crimson. Deep, burning red that glowed in the darkness like dying embers.

They locked onto mine.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

“Help me,” she whispered, her voice fragile, almost childlike, yet weighted with the burden of centuries. “Please… help me…”

I wanted to move, to reach her, but my feet felt chained to the cold stone. My mouth parted as if to speak.

Suddenly, another voice cut through the silence like a sharpened blade.

No sound came from me.

“Be still.”

The shadows shifted, and Totti stepped into the pale light of the circle.

He looked almost divine—tall and strong, his eyes burning with a feverish light, the power he had stolen radiating from him. The veins along his neck glowed faintly blue, pulsing with the heartbeat of the mermaid’s magic beneath his skin.

He was no longer human. Not even a wolf anymore.

He was something far worse.

“Lycaon—” the vampire gasped, fear and pleading in her voice. “Please, don’t—”

Totti raised a finger, pressing it gently to her lips as if silencing a lover. “You should be honored,” he murmured, his voice cold and unyielding. “The world will remember your name long after it forgets you.”

Crimson tears streamed down her cheeks. “This isn’t what she wanted—”

“Severine is a dreamer,” Totti said with icy certainty. “Dreamers build temples. Kings fill them.”

He turned, and only then did I notice the object resting on the altar beside him: a silver chalice carved with ancient runes, half-filled with a thick, dark liquid that pulsed faintly, as if it still held life.

Blood.

Vampire blood.

My stomach twisted with nausea.

Totti reached toward the altar, his hand closing around something ancient, carved from bone, etched with the same glowing runes as the floor.

The vampire’s eyes widened in terror. “No… please… don’t—”

He smiled, a cruel, knowing smile. “You’ll die for love, little one. What higher purpose could there be?”

With deliberate slowness, without mercy, he brought the blade down.

The scream that erupted from her throat was not human. It was a sound so raw and primal that the very air seemed to recoil in horror.

Her blood spilled onto the runes.

And they awakened.

The circle flared to life, veins of red and blue light rippling outward. The chamber trembled as every candle bent toward her, their flames stretching like grasping hands.

“Stop it! STOP!”

The desperate cry echoed from the doorway—Severine had arrived.

She stumbled inside, her face pale and etched with horror, eyes wide with disbelief. “What have you done?!”

Totti didn’t spare her a glance. Instead, he pressed his hand against the vampire’s chest—right over her heart.

A brilliant light engulfed them both.

I was paralyzed—unable to see, move, or even scream.

Though the room was dark, it was not empty.

Francesco sat beside me, already gripping my hand tightly.

“Ellaine,” he whispered urgently, “Amore mio—what is it?”

I blinked, tears streaming down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. “The vampire…” My voice broke. “I saw her. This time, I saw everything—not like before.”

His brow furrowed deeply. “What?”

“Her name was Liora,” I whispered. “Drake’s beloved.”

His hand tightened around mine.

“Tell me what you saw.”

I nodded, my chest aching with the weight of it all. “He saw it… He watched Totti kill her. He watched him steal her heart.”

Francesco’s face grew hard—not with anger, but with a grim understanding, the kind that poisons the soul.

“Her heart…?” He paused, and I nodded again. “So that’s the debt,” he said softly. “Not land. Not gold.”

His golden eyes locked onto mine—burning, ancient, alive with something older than time.

“A heart…”

The wind howled, rattling the shutters. Somewhere distant, a bell tolled midnight.

And in that moment, I understood—Drake’s vengeance was not about power.

It was about love.

And that made him far more dangerous than any enemy we had ever faced before.

Because it meant he wanted me.

Conclusion

The dream’s haunting vision lingered heavily in my mind, weaving sorrow and dread into the fabric of my waking moments. In that chamber of shadows and blood, love was both a curse and a weapon—binding souls beyond death, fueling vengeance that burned brighter than any flame. The fragile heart of Liora, stolen and still beating, became a symbol of sacrifice and the cruel price of power, echoing through the silent screams and shattered hopes that filled the darkness. It was a reminder that even in the depths of despair, love’s grip remains unyielding, shaping destinies with an unforgiving hand.

As Francesco’s steady presence grounded me, I felt the weight of what was to come settle deep within my bones. Drake’s fury was no mere thirst for dominion; it was a tempest born of love lost and a bond severed too soon. That realization carved a new path in my heart—a path where fear intertwined with something more potent: the undeniable truth that I was now entwined in a story far greater than myself. And in that intertwining lay both the peril and the promise of what awaited us in the shadows ahead.

What to Expect in Next Chapter?

Next chapter promises to plunge deeper into the tangled web of love, betrayal, and dark magic that binds these characters. The haunting vision of Liora’s fate and Drake’s anguish will undoubtedly ripple through the waking world, forcing Ellaine and Francesco to confront painful truths and impossible choices. As the weight of Totti’s ruthless actions settles, the fragile alliances between them may begin to fracture, revealing hidden motives and testing loyalties in ways no one anticipated.

Emotions will run high as Ellaine grapples with the chilling realization that Drake’s quest for vengeance is fueled not just by rage, but by a desperate, haunting love that could consume them all. The line between friend and foe may blur, and the stakes will rise as secrets long buried come to light. Prepare for a chapter filled with tension, heartache, and the stirring of forces that could change everything—where every whispered word and stolen glance carries the promise of both salvation and destruction.