All Chapters of Mate Bond Brawl : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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,