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The Only One I Trust
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Mate 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-10Mate 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
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
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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
Last Updated : 2024-12-19Mate Bond Brawl Fractured Pieces
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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Mate Bond Brawl The Only One I Trust
Jasmine’s POVI wake to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. For a moment, I forget where I am. The warmth of the silk sheets, the faint scent of cedar and spice that clings to them, it’s all so far removed from the cold, empty nights I’d spent before.Then I feel the strong arm draped across my waist, the steady rise and fall of Ramon’s chest behind me, and reality sinks in. I’m safe. I’m with him. My only friend, my mate, the one I love, my confidante, my saviour and my protector, Ramon Kovah Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan.Turning carefully so as not to wake him, I study his face. His sharp features are softened in sleep, the lines of centuries of burdens momentarily eased. He looks so… human. It’s hard to reconcile this serene man with the ruthless vampire lord the world fears.But I know better. Beneath the tenderness he shows me lies a predator. A protector who would tear the world apart for me. And that just feels so good. I know this makes me sound
Mate Bond Brawl A Trap Within A Trap
RykerThe witches’ murmurs fade into the background as I pace the clearing. The scent of her lingers, a cruel reminder of what I’ve lost, or rather, what’s been stolen from me. My wolf, Red, prowls beneath my skin, snapping and snarling, his fury mirroring my own.She was mine. She is mine. No vampire lord, nor ancient bond, will change that. The witches’ leader dares to step closer, her calculating eyes meeting mine. “Alpha, your fury is justified, but rage alone won’t reclaim her. You need strategy and allies.”My lips curl into a mocking smile. “Allies?” I turn on her, my tone laced with venom. “You think I need your pitiful spells to take what’s mine?”She flinches but recovers quickly, her expression hardening. “We offer more than spells. We offer an opportunity to strike where the Vampire Lord is weakest. But only if you’re willing to do what is necessary.”I step closer, towering over her. “And what, exactly, do you think I’m unwilling to do?” The witch’s smile returns, sly and
Mate Bond Brawl The Betrayer's Scheme
Ryker’s POVThe scent hits me like a thunderclap. That unmistakable, maddeningly sweet scent that has haunted my darkest dreams. My muscles tense as my wolf surges forward, growling with primal need and rage. Jasmine.I stand in the clearing, surrounded by witches cloaked in dark robes, their murmured incantations barely registering over the pounding of my blood. The air is heavy with magic, but it does nothing to mask the scent of her. I haven’t smelled it in months, yet it still ignites a twisted combination of longing and fury deep within me.My lips curl into a snarl, but I quickly suppress it, keeping my expression neutral. No one here can know the chaos that scent has unleashed within me. My pride won’t allow it.“Alpha Ryker?” Malachai’s voice is cautious, his brow furrowed as he approaches me. “The wards are too strong. We cannot see past them. The vampire lord has shrouded the location entirely.” I wave him off impatiently, my mind racing. So this is where she’s been hiding.
Mate Bond Brawl A Devil's Bargain
Unknown POV The forest is quiet, save for the hurried whispers of the witches fleeing the wrath of the Vampire Lord. Their breaths come in shallow gasps as they dart through the shadowed woods, their dark cloaks snagging on branches. Fear hangs heavy in the air, a palpable weight pressing down on their every step. They know what they left behind, an ancient predator, seething with fury and power. But fate is a strange and twisted thing.Malachai watches them from the shadows, his sharp eyes gleaming with interest. The mage had been wandering these woods in search of components for his darker rituals when he caught sight of the witches. Their hasty retreat and panicked expressions pique his curiosity.“Fleeing, are we?” Malachai’s voice slithers through the silence, smooth and mocking. He steps into the moonlight, his tall frame cloaked in a robe adorned with strange symbols. His presence stops the witches in their tracks, their wide eyes darting to him with a mix of caution and reco
Mate Bond Brawl Danger Increases
Ramon’s POVThe wind is heavy tonight, carrying a sense of foreboding that sets my every instinct on edge. I stand on the balcony of my private mansion, the sprawling forest below illuminated by the silvery light of the full moon. Jasmine is safe inside, her aura still masked by the ancient wards I reinforced this morning. But something about the night feels… wrong.It’s not the first time I’ve felt this unease since the witches began sniffing around my territory. The first coven came, trembling before me, and fled. The second dared to challenge me but learned why the Vampire Lord of the Crimson Clan is not a creature to provoke. Yet the whispers persist, spreading like wildfire through the supernatural underworld; an Ailuranthrope has awakened.Jasmine, my sweet Jasmine. I clench the railing, my grip denting the wrought iron. She’s the reason for this growing chaos. Not that she’s to blame, it’s the power she unknowingly wields, the untapped strength that sings to every supernatural
Mate Bond Brawl The Greedy Alpha's New Obsession
Ryker’s POVI sit in my private inner office, the heavy oak desk between me and Malachi, the mage who reeks of burnt herbs and decay. The flickering candles around the room cast long shadows on his gaunt face. He shifts nervously in his chair, bony fingers fidgeting with the hem of his robe.“You didn’t summon me here to waste my time, Malachai,” I growl, my patience dangerously thin. “Speak.”Malachai flinches but quickly composes himself. “Yes, Alpha. I bring news, news that could shift the balance of power entirely in your favor.” I lean back, feigning disinterest, though my pulse quickens. “Then stop stalling and get to the point.”He clears his throat, voice trembling with excitement. “There are whispers among the covens, Alpha. Rumors of a being thought to exist only in legends. An Ailuranthrope.”I narrow my eyes at the word, the weight of it hanging in the air like a thundercloud. “An Ailuranthrope?” I repeat slowly. “Those haven’t been seen in centuries. You’re telling me one
Mate Bond Brawl Shadow Of The Past
Ramon’s POVThe moment I step out of the library and into the dimly lit corridor, I sense it. A whisper of unease rippling through the wards around the mansion. The protective magic I wove into this place centuries ago is strong, but even the oldest spells are not invincible. The damned witches will not relent!As I descend the stairs, my thoughts drift to Jasmine. Her quiet strength surprises me daily, but I know the weight she carries. She hides it well, masking her fears behind determined eyes. Even now, she pushes herself to learn, to grow, to become the warrior she believes she must be. But time is against us.The mansion feels colder tonight, the shadows deeper. I move through the hallways with the ease of familiarity, my steps silent on the polished floors. In the great hall, the chandeliers cast a soft golden glow, but the air carries the scent of encroaching danger.The wards shudder again, and I stop abruptly. Someone, no, something, is testing them. I press my palm against
Mate Bond Brawl The Calm Before Chaos
Ramon’s POVThe dawn breaks with an uneasy stillness. The forest surrounding the mansion seems quieter than usual, as though it, too, knows the storm that looms. Jasmine stands in the middle of the training courtyard, her posture stiff but determined. She looks at me with an intensity that reminds me of how fiercely she fought to convince me to train her.I study her for a moment. There’s no doubt she’s strong, her resilience, her heart, and her spirit all prove that. But strength of will is only half the battle. If she’s to survive what’s coming, she’ll need to learn discipline, strategy, and precision.“Before we start,” I say, breaking the silence, “you need to understand one thing. This isn’t about brute force or blind courage. It’s about control. If you let your emotions take over, you’ll lose.” Jasmine nods, her eyes blazing. “I’m ready.”I gesture for her to follow me. We begin with the basics, simple movements to assess her reflexes and coordination. I toss a small wooden staf
Mate Bond Brawl Looming Shadows
Jasmine’s POVThe mansion is quiet. Too quiet. Ramon left nearly an hour ago, his departure marked by a single command: “Stay inside.”But how am I supposed to stay calm when the air is heavy with tension, the kind that feels like the universe holding its breath? I pace the length of my room, my feet bare against the cool floor. The fire in the hearth does little to chase away the chill creeping into my bones.My mind races as I replay the conversation we had before he left, his words etched into my memory like stone. “This is something worse,” he had said. Worse than witches, worse than the dark magic Ryker used to manipulate me.I close my eyes, willing myself to find calm, to reach for the strength Ramon believes I have. But instead of stillness, a restless energy courses through me, making my skin prickle and my pulse quicken.I glance at the window, drawn to the moonlight spilling through the glass. The forest beyond the mansion is shrouded in shadows, the trees swaying gently in
