Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Drake’s words echoed long after his shadow vanished into the forest. Find the witch who cursed your bloodline… Only she knows how to balance what grows inside Ellaine.

But Drake didn’t know.

Severine was dead.

Francesco had seen it with his own eyes seen her crumble into dust, seen her realm collapse, seen the last remnants of her soul burn in the white fire of Ellaine’s howl.

He clenched his fists until his claws cut into his palms.

“Damn it…” he breathed. “Damn it!”

–

He had hoped – prayed even that there was someone who could carry the answers. Some book, some artifact, some relic she left behind.

But Severine had taken her knowledge to the grave.

And now…

Ellaine was dying.

Their child was tearing her apart from the inside, not out of malice, but out of sheer impossible power – white–wolf magic clashing with ancient Lycaon blood.

The air trembled.

His wolf snarled inside him.

Mate. Protect. Fix it.

“I know,” Francesco whispered through clenched teeth. “I know.”

He turned toward the fortress, running before he consciously made the decision. The forest blurred. The wind sliced his skin. Every instinct screamed he was already too late.

And when he burst into the courtyard–He smelled blood.

Ellaine’s blood.

Ellaine felt hollow.

Not sick not exactly.

–

Not weak not exactly.

–

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Something inside her was… wrong.

Magic swirled beneath her skin like molten silver, too hot, too wild, too ancient. She gripped the edge of the fountain in the courtyard, breath shaking.

Lira’s hands were on her instantly. “Luna, sit

“No.” Ellaine whispered, forcing her spine straight. “I just need a second.”

But the world tilted.

Her vision blurred. Red. Silver. Gold. The ground under her feet vanished.

“Ellaine!”

She barely heard Monica shout before the world turned sideways. She felt herself falling caught her, too familiar, too warm.

Francesco.

Ellaine blinked up through the haze, trying to smile. “You’re early…”

His face was pale. Terrified. “You’re bleeding.”

She glanced down.

A thin crimson line trickled from her nose.

So small.

So harmless–looking.

But the fear in his eyes told her everything.

“I’m fine,” she whispered.

“You’re not,” he rasped, voice breaking. “You’re not fine.”

He lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest with trembling arms.

—-

and then arms

Lira’s voice trembled. “Her pulse is unstable. I don’t understand—this isn’t normal pregnancy fatigue. Something is draining her too fast.”

Monica placed a hand over Ellaine’s stomach. “The pup’s power is growing every day. Too fast.”

Audrey met Francesco’s eyes, her voice low. “We need to act now.”

Francesco shook his head, breath coming in sharp, angry bursts. “We can’t go to Severine. She’s gone.”

Ellaine’s eyes fluttered open. “Why Severine?”

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Silence.

No one had an answer.

The Alpha King looked around

at his strongest warriors, his wisest healer, his most loyal beta

and saw

only fear and ignorance.

His heart screamed against his ribs.

“No,” he growled softly. “I will not lose you.”

Ellaine reached up and touched his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere”

But even as she spoke, another drop of blood slid down her lip.

Francesco shut his eyes.

She’s lying. She’s trying to protect me.

He kissed her forehead, breathing her in, feeling the faint flicker of their child beneath his palm too wild.

A power that felt like moonfire and storms.

A power no one could control.

Except for one woman.

One witch.

But she was gone.

Dead.

Dust.

Francesco stood slowly, his voice shaking with fury and desperation.

“Fine,” he snarled. “If Severine took the answers to the grave-”

He turned toward the ancient woods beyond the fortress.

“Then I’ll drag them back from whatever hell she’s in.”

–

too strong,

Drake appeared at the edge of the courtyard in a blur of black, eyes widening as he scented the blood on Ellaine.

“She’s worse,” Drake muttered. “Faster than I expected.”

Francesco’s head snapped toward him. “You said we need a shaman. She’s dead.”

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Chapter 270

Silence.

No one had an answer

The Alpha King looked around – at his strongest warriors, his wisest healer, his most loyal beta- and saw only fear and ignorance.

His heart screamed against his ribs.

“No,” he growled softly. “1 will not lose you.”

Ellaine reached up and touched his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere.

But even as she spoke, another drop of blood slid down her lip.

Francesco shut his eyes.

She’s lying. She’s trying to protect me.

He kissed her forehead, breathing her in, feeling the faint flicker of their child beneath his palm too wild.

A power that felt like moonfire and storms.

A power no one could control.

Except for one woman.

One witch.

But she was gone.

Dead.

Dust.

Francesco stood slowly, his voice shaking with fury and desperation.

“Fine,” he snarled. “If Severine took the answers to the grave—”

He turned toward the ancient woods beyond the fortress.

“Then I’ll drag them back from whatever hell she’s in.”

–

too strong,

Drake appeared at the edge of the courtyard in a blur of black, eyes widening as he scented the blood on Ellaine.

“She’s worse,” Drake muttered. “Faster than I expected.”

Francesco’s head snapped toward him. “You said we need a shaman. She’s dead.”

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“I said you need someone who understands the union of your bloodlines,” Drake corrected, “Not necessarily the one who cursed them”

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