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Ramon’s POVThe bond between us thrums in the stillness of the garden, its pull stronger than I’ve ever felt before. Her warmth leans into me, her breathing slowing as the weight of the day catches up with her. I feel her muscles relax, her head dipping gently against my shoulder.And then it hits me, the presence. It’s ancient, thrumming beneath her surface like the low hum of an old, untamed storm. It’s not her wolf. No, this is something far older, far more potent. The power emanating from her feels almost alive, as though it’s watching me, testing me, deciding if I’m worthy of staying by her side.I steady myself, my centuries of experience allowing me to keep calm, but the realization leaves me shaken. I’ve felt this kind of presence before, ong ago, when I was still a fledgling vampire, trying to find my place in a world ruled by supernatural hierarchies. It belonged to beings that were revered, feared, and ultimately hunted into extinction before my first century had passed.Th
Last Updated : 2024-12-21Mate Bond Brawl Prologue
Jasmine In the context of alpha-omega dynamics, the impact of an alpha's pheromones on an omega can be significant. When an alpha releases pheromones, they can affect an omega's behavior, emotions, and even physiology.An alpha's pheromones can draw an omega in, making them feel an intense attraction and arousal. This can be overwhelming, making it difficult for the omega to resist the alpha's advances.Not only that but an alpha's pheromones can also induce a sense of submission and compliance in an omega. This can lead to a decrease in the omega's assertiveness and independence.Alphas can use their pheromones to manipulate an omega's emotions, making them feel calm, relaxed, or even euphoric. However, this can also be used to control or manipulate the omega's emotions.An alpha's pheromones can trigger physiological responses in an omega, such as increased heart rate, dilated pupils, or even a sudden onset of heat. In some cases, an alpha's pheromones can facilitate bonding and im
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Jasmine The scent of blood is faint now, but it lingers. This blood is no one else's but, Mine. All thanks to my scumbag Alpha mate, Ryker Wolverine. I am his to toy with, his to abuse and his to break. My body hurts but my mind has become numb to the pain. It's been going on for too long that I've lost count. I sit on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, my knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped around myself. The chains are unnecessary. I don’t even have the strength to fight. My wrists are raw, and the silver cuffs have bitten into my skin. Each movement sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through me, but I refuse to cry. Not again. I have cried the first time Ryker threw me down here, his eyes burning with anger and disgust. “Don’t think being my mate makes you special,” he spat. “You’re just an omega. A nuisance.” I begged for his mercy then, foolishly thinking the mate bond would sway him. But it did not and still doesn't. To him, I am nothing more than an inconvenience. A c
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Mate Bond Brawl Unhindered Escape
Jasmine Finally, Ryker seems happy enough to upgrade my living conditions. So, in this rate moment of luxury, I have been moved to the attic. The attic is no sanctuary, but at least it is not the dungeon. Damp and suffocating, the air clings to my skin, wrapping around me like a second skin of despair. The cold is relentless, the kind of chill that burrows deep into your bones and refuses to leave. It lingers regardless of the season, indifferent to the sun or storms outside. Above me, a small, grimy window provides the only connection to the outside world. A thin sliver of moonlight streams through the filthy glass, casting faint, silvery streaks across the wooden beams and broken furniture. It does little to banish the shadows or the memories that haunt this place. I sit on the creaky cot, pulling the tattered blanket tightly around my shoulders. Unfortunately, it does nothing to keep the cold at bay or to soothe the throbbing pain radiating from my ribs and arms. Ryker’s "lesso
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Mate Bond Brawl Ramon's Second Chance
Ramon The air tonight carries an ominous weight, the kind that prickles at the edges of my senses like a warning. The moon hangs low, its light dimmed by clouds that seem reluctant to let it shine. I stand at the eastern border of the Eclipse Pack’s territory, my presence cloaked by shadows as I observe the stillness of the night. Rumors have reached the Council. Whispers of dark rituals and forbidden practices within this pack. I volunteered to investigate, though my true motives are far more personal. I have felt drawn to this pack for a while but tonight it feels as if something is urging me forward. For five centuries, I have wandered this world alone. Not for lack of options. No, many have sought my favor, lured by my status as a vampire lord and a respected member of the Universal Council. But none have been my mate. None have stirred the fire that once consumed me before I was cursed to live without love. I still see her face, my first mate. The memory is as vivid as the ni
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Jasmine Warmth. Not the oppressive, suffocating heat of fever, but something soft and comforting is what I feel the moment I come to. My fingers clutch at the texture beneath me, silk, smooth and cool against my skin. I open my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft glow of lamplight. I’m lying in a bed. A real bed!The sheets are the finest I’ve ever felt, a deep crimson that contrasts sharply with the stark white of the plush pillows. The room around me is unlike anything I have ever known. Luxurious yet imposing, with dark wooden furniture polished to a mirror-like sheen. Ornate carvings adorn the walls, depicting scenes of wolves, forests, and battles, their intricate details almost alive in the flickering lamplight.Above me hangs a chandelier, its crystals catching the light and scattering it in a thousand tiny rainbows. It looks like a piece of the night sky, captured and frozen. This isn’t the pack house. Panic surges through me, a cold rush that sends my heart racing. Where
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Mate Bond Brawl Getting To Know Him
Jasmine It’s been twenty-seven days since I arrived at Ramon’s house. Twenty-seven days since I fled Ryker’s cruelty, my body bruised, my soul even more battered. But here, in this quiet sanctuary hidden deep within the woods, I feel a strange sense of safety. Something I can’t remember ever having before.Ramon is nothing like I expected. He’s distant, yes, with his guarded glances and clipped answers, but there’s a kindness beneath the surface that keeps drawing me in. When he looks at me, it’s as though he sees every broken piece, every scar, and doesn’t flinch.I’ve caught myself watching him too often. His movements are fluid, deliberate, like he’s mastered time itself. Sometimes, in the quiet moments when the house is still and the fire crackles softly in the hearth, I wonder about the man behind the enigma. He’s let me stay here, protected me, but I know so little about him. Tonight, I decide to change that.The air in the sitting room is cool, the faint scent of lavender and
Last Updated : 2024-12-19Mate Bond Brawl Tangled Hearts
Jasmine I sit cross-legged on the plush rug, a steaming mug of chamomile tea cradled in my hands. Across from me, Ramon is leaned back in the worn leather armchair, his dark eyes glimmering as they trace the shadows on the walls. His jaw is set, the sharp angles accentuated by the flickering light. The faint scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a story untold, a reminder of the mysteries he keeps hidden.He’s quieter than usual tonight, but not the stoic kind of quiet I’m used to. This silence is more contemplative, tinged with a vulnerability he rarely shows. I can feel the weight of his gaze shift toward me, and even without looking, I know it’s laced with something tender. Something possessive."Jasmine." Ramon's low, rumbling voice resonates through my chest, like a whispered promise. “Do you ever feel like… healing isn’t possible?” His words crash over me, a tidal wave of emotion that leaves me breathless.I look up, startled by the question and our gazes meet in a spark of und
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Ramon’s POVThe bond between us thrums in the stillness of the garden, its pull stronger than I’ve ever felt before. Her warmth leans into me, her breathing slowing as the weight of the day catches up with her. I feel her muscles relax, her head dipping gently against my shoulder.And then it hits me, the presence. It’s ancient, thrumming beneath her surface like the low hum of an old, untamed storm. It’s not her wolf. No, this is something far older, far more potent. The power emanating from her feels almost alive, as though it’s watching me, testing me, deciding if I’m worthy of staying by her side.I steady myself, my centuries of experience allowing me to keep calm, but the realization leaves me shaken. I’ve felt this kind of presence before, ong ago, when I was still a fledgling vampire, trying to find my place in a world ruled by supernatural hierarchies. It belonged to beings that were revered, feared, and ultimately hunted into extinction before my first century had passed.Th
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JasmineThe garden is alive with colors that I’ve barely noticed before, vivid greens, soft blush pinks, and golden yellows bathed in the sun’s morning glow. The air smells fresh, clean, with a faint hint of lavender drifting on the breeze. For the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t feel like the shadows are suffocating me.Ramon walks beside me, his pace slow and steady, as if he’s matching his rhythm to mine. The gold pendant hanging around his neck catches the sunlight, glinting like a beacon. He doesn’t talk much, but his presence is grounding, solid, a quiet reassurance I didn’t realize I needed.I glance at him from the corner of my eye. His jaw is tight, the sharp angles of his face softened by the sunlight. I know what this costs him. The pendant might keep him safe from the sun’s wrath, but it doesn’t mean he’s comfortable.“Ramon,” I say, stopping in my tracks. He pauses, turning to look at me, his dark eyes filled with quiet patience. “You don’t have to do this,
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RamonThe fire has almost died, its embers casting faint orange glows across the room. Jasmine sits on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, staring out the window at the moonlit night. She looks so small, so fragile, and yet there’s a fire in her, a strength she doesn’t see in herself.I stay near the door for a moment, watching her, letting her take the space she needs. She doesn’t realize how much I see her, how much I admire the way she keeps going despite the weight she carries.“The night doesn’t belong to him, Jasmine,” I finally say, my voice low, careful. “It’s yours to reclaim.” She turns to me, her face pale and tired, her eyes searching mine. “How?”Her question is simple, but it cuts deeper than any blade. How do you reclaim what’s been stolen? How do you rebuild when the pieces feel too shattered? I know her pain more intimately than I’d care to admit, and that knowledge makes my chest tighten.I cross the room and kneel in front of her. The fire’s warmth b
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Jasmine I sit cross-legged on the plush rug, a steaming mug of chamomile tea cradled in my hands. Across from me, Ramon is leaned back in the worn leather armchair, his dark eyes glimmering as they trace the shadows on the walls. His jaw is set, the sharp angles accentuated by the flickering light. The faint scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a story untold, a reminder of the mysteries he keeps hidden.He’s quieter than usual tonight, but not the stoic kind of quiet I’m used to. This silence is more contemplative, tinged with a vulnerability he rarely shows. I can feel the weight of his gaze shift toward me, and even without looking, I know it’s laced with something tender. Something possessive."Jasmine." Ramon's low, rumbling voice resonates through my chest, like a whispered promise. “Do you ever feel like… healing isn’t possible?” His words crash over me, a tidal wave of emotion that leaves me breathless.I look up, startled by the question and our gazes meet in a spark of und
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Jasmine It’s been twenty-seven days since I arrived at Ramon’s house. Twenty-seven days since I fled Ryker’s cruelty, my body bruised, my soul even more battered. But here, in this quiet sanctuary hidden deep within the woods, I feel a strange sense of safety. Something I can’t remember ever having before.Ramon is nothing like I expected. He’s distant, yes, with his guarded glances and clipped answers, but there’s a kindness beneath the surface that keeps drawing me in. When he looks at me, it’s as though he sees every broken piece, every scar, and doesn’t flinch.I’ve caught myself watching him too often. His movements are fluid, deliberate, like he’s mastered time itself. Sometimes, in the quiet moments when the house is still and the fire crackles softly in the hearth, I wonder about the man behind the enigma. He’s let me stay here, protected me, but I know so little about him. Tonight, I decide to change that.The air in the sitting room is cool, the faint scent of lavender and
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Jasmine Warmth. Not the oppressive, suffocating heat of fever, but something soft and comforting is what I feel the moment I come to. My fingers clutch at the texture beneath me, silk, smooth and cool against my skin. I open my eyes slowly, blinking against the soft glow of lamplight. I’m lying in a bed. A real bed!The sheets are the finest I’ve ever felt, a deep crimson that contrasts sharply with the stark white of the plush pillows. The room around me is unlike anything I have ever known. Luxurious yet imposing, with dark wooden furniture polished to a mirror-like sheen. Ornate carvings adorn the walls, depicting scenes of wolves, forests, and battles, their intricate details almost alive in the flickering lamplight.Above me hangs a chandelier, its crystals catching the light and scattering it in a thousand tiny rainbows. It looks like a piece of the night sky, captured and frozen. This isn’t the pack house. Panic surges through me, a cold rush that sends my heart racing. Where
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Ramon The air tonight carries an ominous weight, the kind that prickles at the edges of my senses like a warning. The moon hangs low, its light dimmed by clouds that seem reluctant to let it shine. I stand at the eastern border of the Eclipse Pack’s territory, my presence cloaked by shadows as I observe the stillness of the night. Rumors have reached the Council. Whispers of dark rituals and forbidden practices within this pack. I volunteered to investigate, though my true motives are far more personal. I have felt drawn to this pack for a while but tonight it feels as if something is urging me forward. For five centuries, I have wandered this world alone. Not for lack of options. No, many have sought my favor, lured by my status as a vampire lord and a respected member of the Universal Council. But none have been my mate. None have stirred the fire that once consumed me before I was cursed to live without love. I still see her face, my first mate. The memory is as vivid as the ni
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Jasmine Finally, Ryker seems happy enough to upgrade my living conditions. So, in this rate moment of luxury, I have been moved to the attic. The attic is no sanctuary, but at least it is not the dungeon. Damp and suffocating, the air clings to my skin, wrapping around me like a second skin of despair. The cold is relentless, the kind of chill that burrows deep into your bones and refuses to leave. It lingers regardless of the season, indifferent to the sun or storms outside. Above me, a small, grimy window provides the only connection to the outside world. A thin sliver of moonlight streams through the filthy glass, casting faint, silvery streaks across the wooden beams and broken furniture. It does little to banish the shadows or the memories that haunt this place. I sit on the creaky cot, pulling the tattered blanket tightly around my shoulders. Unfortunately, it does nothing to keep the cold at bay or to soothe the throbbing pain radiating from my ribs and arms. Ryker’s "lesso
Mate Bond Brawl Unloved And Despised
Jasmine The scent of blood is faint now, but it lingers. This blood is no one else's but, Mine. All thanks to my scumbag Alpha mate, Ryker Wolverine. I am his to toy with, his to abuse and his to break. My body hurts but my mind has become numb to the pain. It's been going on for too long that I've lost count. I sit on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, my knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped around myself. The chains are unnecessary. I don’t even have the strength to fight. My wrists are raw, and the silver cuffs have bitten into my skin. Each movement sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through me, but I refuse to cry. Not again. I have cried the first time Ryker threw me down here, his eyes burning with anger and disgust. “Don’t think being my mate makes you special,” he spat. “You’re just an omega. A nuisance.” I begged for his mercy then, foolishly thinking the mate bond would sway him. But it did not and still doesn't. To him, I am nothing more than an inconvenience. A c
