All Chapters of Darkbound Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

A laugh bubbles up in my throat. “You made wine?” I exclaim, staring at him in disbelief. “You never fail to surprise me.”Kassian shrugs, but I can see the faint pink dusting his cheeks. I don’t hesitate any longer—I grab a fork and dig into the Tex-Mex fajitas first, bringing a bite to my lips. The moment the flavors hit my tongue, my eyes flutter shut. The smokiness of the grilled peppers, the perfectly seasoned meat, the hint of citrus—it’s incredible.“Oh my God, Kassian,” I say, dramatically clutching my chest. “This is unbelievable.”He scratches his chin, looking equal parts embarrassed and pleased. “It’s not that—”I ignore him, reaching for the chicken enchiladas next. One bite, and a moan of delight escapes me before I can stop it. “How are you this good at cooking?” I marvel between bites, practically inhaling the meal.Kassian watches me, an unreadable expression flickering across his face, before finally taking a few bites of his own. But I notice he only picks at the ch

“Lynette.”Elliott’s voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. I blink, dazed, and slowly lift my head from where it had been resting in my palm. For a moment, everything around me feels disjointed—the low murmur of crew members adjusting equipment, the hum of cameras being repositioned, the distant call of the director giving instructions. The scent of artificial smoke from the set lingers in the air, mixing with traces of fresh paint and the faint bitterness of coffee from the nearby catering table. The warm studio lights cast long shadows, contrasting with the occasional cool breeze drifting in from the open lot.Elliott is hunched over in front of me, his hands braced against his knees, his face pinched with concern. The burnt orange parasol above casts shifting shadows over his dark curls, his eyes scanning me with quiet scrutiny. I can feel the weight of his stare, the unspoken questions pressing between us.I hum softly, a quiet, wordless sound th

My heart pounds against my ribs as the car rolls into the parking lot of Kassian’s company, a nervous flutter twisting in my stomach.I haven’t seen him in five days. Not since the news broke out. It’s not that he’s avoiding me—he’s just buried under work. Every time we talked on the phone, his voice was laced with exhaustion, tension leaking into even the smallest words. I wanted to do something, anything, to show my gratitude for his support. And since Kassian always makes me feel cared for, I thought it was time to return the favor.Which is why I spent the last five days attempting to cook something edible.With Elliott and Tyson’s reluctant help, I dedicated every free moment to taming my disaster-prone kitchen skills. But I underestimated just how incompatible I am with cooking. What was supposed to be a simple dish turned into something that looked more like a monster summoning circle than an actual meal. I don’t know how it always happens—but viola! It does.Still, I couldn’t

A wet, sickening squelch fills the hallway as my boots crush flesh and shattered bone, the blood-soaked remains of the rogues sticking to the soles like a grotesque second skin. The stench is unbearable—a mix of burning meat, rot, and something fouler, something wrong. The air itself feels heavy, thick with the metallic tang of spilled blood and the lingering heat of battle.I move forward, my steps measured, my heartbeat steady, but inside, my mind is anything but calm.Tracking the children had been easy once Lynette sent me the location of Rowan’s old tracking data. It led me to a hidden underground chamber I hadn’t even known existed—despite living in that house for three years. That alone was unsettling, but what really ate at me was the certainty that Lynette had never been in there either. She isn’t the curious type, never the kind to dig for secrets. If she had gone in, she would have seen things she couldn’t unsee—truths about Rowan that would have sent her running for the hi

I stare at Zalie, but my mind is miles away. She moves with fluid precision, her arms slicing through the air like ribbons, but I barely register it. The soft hum of the music, the rhythmic thud of her feet against the wooden floor—it all feels distant, muffled, like I’m underwater. The air smells faintly of honey and amber, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat, yet even that barely sink in.Something is wrong with my head.A cold prickle creeps up my spine, a dull ache blooming at the base of my skull. I’ve never been someone who forgets easily—I remember things with unsettling clarity, possibly even from infancy. But sometimes, especially when strange things happen, my mind turns foggy, as if something is deliberately blocking me from realizing the truth.It’s never mattered much before. Honestly, I never cared. I never gave a damn about anything, not even enough to sneak into Rowan’s secret room, despite knowing every single password he uses.But this—this is different.I’ve never l