Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: How to Break
Ahcehera moved through the darkened streets of Avenusin, her hood drawn low to shield her identity.

No one knew she was here. Not her father, not her mother, not even her supposed mate, Rohzivaan.

This was a secret she had kept for years, a sanctuary away from the expectations that suffocated her.

Avenusin was a city that thrived on anonymity. A place where scientists, scholars, and wanderers hid away from the eyes of the ruling families.

Ahcehera had established her laboratory in a secluded corner of the city, guarded by layers of security only she could bypass.

With a swipe of her hand, the doors opened, revealing a sleek, dimly lit space filled with advanced technology, books, and artifacts from various planets.

She exhaled, stepping inside, feeling at ease for the first time since returning to Sinalta.

Here, she was not the Bloodstone Princess, not the Supreme Commander, not a mate destined for someone else.

Here, she was simply herself, a seeker of knowledge, a woman determined to unravel the chains of fate.

Ahcehera sat before her research table, staring at the old parchment laid out in front of her. It contained ancient records of werewolf bonds, the unbreakable ties between fated mates.

No matter the distance, no matter the resistance, the bond always pulled them back together. It was a cruel certainty, one that had stolen the life of her best friend, Xierra Divina.

Her fingers clenched into a fist at the memory. She had been fourteen when she met Xierra. The galactic conference had been held on the esteemed planet of Kaeliz Prime.

It was an annual event where students from across the Andromeda Galaxy competed in different fields, such as combat, strategy, mecha piloting, magic, healing, and more.

Ahcehera had participated in nearly every category. It wasn’t just about winning, it was about proving that she was the best. And she had won.

The combat trials had been brutal, but she had remained standing when all others fell.

The mecha piloting was exhilarating, and her flawless strategy had outmaneuvered even the most seasoned prodigies.

She had walked away with three major victories, her name etched into the records of the event. But the one person who caught her attention was not a competitor in her categories.

Xierra Divina.

She was the champion in the magic and healing divisions, a quiet but radiant girl with silver hair and gentle blue eyes.

Unlike the others who celebrated loudly after their victories, Xierra had simply smiled, as if winning had never been her goal. Curious, Ahcehera had approached her.

“You don’t seem excited,” she had remarked, standing beside Xierra as they watched the final matches of the conference.

Xierra had chuckled softly. “Winning isn’t everything. I came here to learn, not to prove anything.”

Ahcehera had raised a brow. “Learning is good. But winning means you have learned the most.” That had been the beginning of their friendship.

Despite their differences, Ahcehera was calculating and ambitious, while Xierra was compassionate and introspective, they had become inseparable.

They wrote to each other even after the conference ended, exchanging thoughts on battles, magic, and life. One day, Xierra had confided in her.

“I have a mate,” she had said, her fingers tracing the glowing mark on her wrist.

“His name is Reniel. But he’s sick. He was born weak, and no matter how much I try to heal him, his condition never improves.”

Ahcehera had frowned. “If he’s so weak, how can he protect you?”

Xierra had only smiled. “Not all mates are meant to be warriors, Ahcehera. Some are meant to be loved.”

At the time, Ahcehera had not understood. Love was a fragile thing. Strength was what mattered.

A year later, when Xierra’s letters stopped coming, Ahcehera had traveled to her home. She had arrived at a house shrouded in mourning.

Reniel had died. And so had Xierra. Bound by fate, she had followed her mate into death, her soul unable to exist without him.

Ahcehera had stood at her friend’s grave, rage simmering beneath her grief.

Was this what fate did? It shackled two souls together, regardless of their will. It did not care if one was weak and the other strong. It did not care if one suffered because of the other.

That day, Ahcehera had made a vow. She would find a way to break the mate bond. She would find a way to defy fate itself.

Now, years later, she was closer than ever to uncovering the truth. Ahcehera turned to her research, scanning through the old texts and scientific reports she had gathered.

The key to breaking the bond lay in the energy that linked two souls together, a force as ancient as the universe itself. If she could understand it, she could manipulate it.

She needed to find a way to sever the connection without harming the individuals bound by it. If she succeeded, no one would have to suffer as Xierra did.

No one would be forced to love someone just because fate demanded it. Her thoughts drifted to Rohzivaan.

Their bond had been predetermined since birth. She had accepted it because she had no choice. But now… now, she was beginning to question everything.

And then there was Archinsyne. A man who had no bond. No predetermined fate. No chains tying him to another soul. Why did she keep thinking about him?

Ahcehera exhaled sharply, pushing herself away from the table. She couldn’t afford to be distracted. She had work to do. She would uncover the truth, no matter what it took.

And if the universe thought it could dictate her future, it was about to learn just how wrong it was.

Ahcehera moved to the far end of her laboratory, where a sealed glass case held an ancient artifact, a crystalline shard.

It was said to be a fragment of a celestial being, capable of interfering with soul-bound connections. She traced a finger along the surface, her mind racing.

If this worked, she could rewrite destiny itself. No more forced bonds. No more suffering.

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. This was not just about her. It was about freedom. And she would stop at nothing to achieve it.