All Chapters of Darkbound Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

A growl builds in my chest, low and guttural, as my instincts stirs. Different voices roar, filling my head and drowning out reason. For a moment, I’m consumed by it, lost in the heat of her, the feel of her, the taste of her.But then Fenrir barks sharply, the sound reverberating in my mind like a whip crack. “Stop!”I jerk back violently, the motion throwing Lynette off balance. She tumbles from my lap, hitting the floor with a dull thud, and my heart lurches as her head collides with the edge of the coffee table. Panic floods me, cold and suffocating. “Lynette!” I scramble to my feet, my body trembling as Fenrir snarls in my head, his demand echoing: Leave before we hurt her more.“I’m s-sorry…” My voice comes out hoarse, broken. I rake a hand through my hair, my chest heaving. “I have to go.”Lynette is sitting up now, rubbing the back of her head where it hit. She glares at me, her eyes shining with anger and something that looks dangerously close to betrayal. When I reach out to

I watch the crowd swallow her, my heart battering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air feels heavier with each passing second, the smell of sweat and people thick around me, and my palms are clammy, slick with a nervous heat I can’t shake. My legs, locked in place moments ago like iron pillars, suddenly feel unsteady beneath me, trembling with urgency.Move.I force one foot forward, then another, until I’m sprinting. The world around me becomes a blur of motion and sound—voices rise and fall like a chaotic symphony, the shuffle of shoes against pavement grating against my ears. I shove past people, their startled protests barely registering as the bond pulls me forward, searing my chest like molten fire. It’s a warning, a promise, a curse all at once. If I don’t reach her, if I let her slip away, this fire will consume me.“Damn the goddess,” I mutter under my breath, teeth clenched. Damn this bond. Damn everything that’s kept me from her. Fenrir growls low in my mind, his pri

“Lynette,” I say softly, interrupting her rambling. My voice is quieter now, steadier, though my own emotions threaten to betray me.She glances at me, her smile faltering for just a fraction of a second before she catches herself. “What?”I shake my head, forcing my expression to remain neutral. “Nothing,” I say, leaning back against the seat. “Just making sure you’re aware of a thing called food death.”Her grin returns, but it’s a little softer this time, a little less blinding. She focuses on the road, and I turn my gaze to the window, watching the city lights blur past. My mind races, torn between the warmth of her presence and the ache of knowing I’ve hurt her, of knowing she’s still carrying the weight of it.She’s just as anxious as I am, and it’s written all over her. The way her shoulders stiffen, the way her lips press together in a thin line, the way her fingers fidget with the hem of her jacket—she’s holding herself together, but just barely. I can feel it, as real and he

I can still feel the hollow ache from that day, the way her absence echoed in my chest. She ran so far, even relocating to another country. She got a restraining order, made it clear that I was nothing but a nightmare she wanted to forget.The only mercy she gave me was her silence. She never told anyone what I was. She took my secret to her grave.But her death still haunts me.I look down, my gaze falling to my hands, trembling slightly as the weight of the past constricts in my chest. I see her face in my mind, smiling one moment, then disappearing in the flames that took her life. Fenrir’s voice breaks through the haze. “You didn’t cause that, Kassian.”“She wouldn’t have been in that country if it weren’t for me,” The thought claws its way through my mind, as the hum of the engine fills the silence. The warmth in the car feels stifling, pressing against my chest like a hand wrapped around my lungs. “If I hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have run. She wouldn’t have been in that fire.

The meadow stretches endlessly before me, a vast sea of wildflowers swaying with the gentle rhythm of the wind. I’m sitting on a small rise, my knees pulled tightly to my chest, arms wrapped around them, as if anchoring myself to the serenity of this place. The sun bathes my skin in warmth, its golden light soft and soothing, while the breeze whispers through the air, rustling the flowers in waves that look like an endless, rippling ocean of color.I close my eyes and inhale deeply, letting the scents wash over me—a blend of sweetness, earthiness, and something distinctly alive. It’s intoxicating, grounding me in a way that feels like this meadow was made just for me. The soft fabric of my cream-colored dress brushes against my legs as I lower them, the georgette featherlight and almost teasing against my skin. I lean back, pressing my hands into the soft earth for support, and tilt my face to the sun. The warmth sinks deeper into me, and I let the soft hum of the breeze fill my ears,