Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 54

in the old edat

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Tied my old book about polion and MIL

It was her voice, faint and fading, had pierced through the fog of panic just moments a drepes, mor

A piece of her soul that left behind

Francesco needed help. Not just any help–magh, from the old world from the one who had once been mated to th

Fighting for his side

I pushed open the massive oak doors of the Ebrary with both hands. They groaned in protest, revealing spilled in through tall, arched windows, luminating the dust motes that danced in the air like tiny stars

Books, lined invery wall.

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stacked to the ceiling, others scattered on ancient tal

hed by modern time. Moonlight

hundred year ago and never returned. Shelves, creaked

the weight of forgotten knowledge fomes of werewolf Gege

the moon, forbidden alchemy.

My heart pounded

I had no idea what I was looking for

But something would lead me. Had to lead me…

I walked through the aisles, fingertips brushing spines cracked with age. Nothing felt right–until reached a darkened

A tapestry hung across the wall, tattered and faded. I moved it aside–and there, tucked into a shallow alcove, was a shelf built i Covered in a thin vell of cobwebs, and a layer of time.

On book stood out. Black leather cover. No title. No markings. But the moment I touched it, a jolt ran up my arm–warm, thrumming with energy

I pulled in free, heart racing

Inside, delicate script flowed across yellowed pages–notes scribbled in haste, careful diagrams of roots, powders, runes. And there, on the fourth pas in, a sketch of the same silver–capped syringe that had nearly killed Francesco

Beneath it: “Antara Venom. Dark poison of corrupted bonds.”

I clutched the book tighter

This was what Luca had used. And this might be the only way to save Francesco,

But the antidote…

wasn’t easy

The ingredients were rare, dangerous even.

Wolfsbane flower in its purest form,

Blood root soaked in moonlight

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Phoenix ash–Good God, how was I supposed to find that?

And one final ingredient, scrawled with a trembling hard,

“The essence of the one who bears the

Thand

Is that… Me.

I swallowed hard,

A sound startled me soft footsteps behind.

I turned swiftly, heart jumping into my throat, but it was beta Alfonso, his massive frame backlit by the hall’s torches

“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said gruffly

“Thad to find this,” I replied, holding up the book. “I think it’s Anastasia’s She… told me,”

The beta stepped closer, frowning at the cover. “That book hasn’t been touched in decades. Only she knew it existed

“I think… she left it for me.

He studied me for a moment, then nodded, “if it can help him, you’ll have the full support of the pack

am glad he trust me without thinking I am useless and just wasting my time “We’ll need to gather the ingredients. Some of them are dangerous. And

He nodded again “alert the scouts. The healer. Whoever we need. But you… His voice lowered, “You’ll stay safe. He wouldn’t forgive me if something happened to you.”

I give him a small smile before nodded my head. “I’m not staying behind, Alfonso. I won’t leave him.”

He didn’t argue because he know how stubborn I am,

Over the next two days, the estate became a whirlwind of movement.

The healers continued trying to stabilize Francesco, but the black veins kept spreading slowly–dark vines snaking across his chest and neck, pulsing with sick magic.

Mother Lira, who is the healer who know magic, quite surprise when she saw the book in my hand, she never saw anything like that or know it’s exist

I guess, Anastasia truly try to act like human when she’s here, no one know anything about her power, I thought and try to keep focus.

Each night, I stayed by his side, reading Anastasia’s book, memorizing every step of the potion that could save him.

This is new for mee, I never knew something like this exist either and scare off do something bad that could harm my mate.

No, I know Anastasia will lead me, I keep trying to positive.

Help me, Anastasia…

The wolfsbane was secured first–fresh, harvested under the full moon, as the book required.

Blood root proved harder. Only one grove in Northern Italy grew it under the right conditions: A scout team left immediately to retrieve it.

Phoenix ash… That was nearly impossible.

According to Anastasia’s notes, it could oply be obtained from an eternal flame in the ruins of Castello del Fuoco–an abandoned stronghold once ruled by a council of magical creatures before it was destroyed in a power struggle.

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Only fire bonded brings could

Audrey volunteered to lead the mission

“I’ll get the ash,” she told me båfore leaving. “Stay alive

1 I’m back. Both of you!

She winked, but her eyes were seriout..

And then, there was the final ingredient

Me… Or I hope I was right.

“The essence of the one who bears the new bond,” I whispered o

through him.

night, sitting at Francesco’s side, our hands

pite the pain coursing

i think she means blood, right?” I continued softly. “My blood. But not just that. Something deeper. A commitment. A choice.”

y God, what if I made mistake!

My

Please guide and help me, God

I watch how his eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t wake.

I brushed a kiss against his forehead.

“I choose you, Francesco,” I whispered into the silence. “Even if fate brought us together through pain and loss. I choose to love you. I choose to fight for you. Every time”

And then, something incredible happened.

A golden shimmer–taint, barely visible–began to glow around our joined hands. It was warm. Pure. And as it pulsed softly between us, Francesco

stirred

Is that my power? I thought shockingly and hope that with this hand I could save my mate

Then, his eyes opened slowly. Bleary. Pain–filled.

The he turn his eyes to meet mine,

I choked on a sob. “I’m here. I never left,”

His thumb moved weakly over my hand. “The dreams… I kept seeing you. Your voice… it kept me tethered.”

Heaned down, tears spilling onto his chest. “You’re coming back to me. Just hold on a little longer, my love.”

He smiled faintly. “Always beautiful even when you cry.” And then he drifted off again, his breathing slow and shallow.

I cupped his cheek, feeling the heat of the fever still burning through him.

This has to work.

I will save you, Francesca.