All Chapters of Mate Bond Brawl : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryker I am no stranger to power. It’s what I was born for, bred for. Yet, as I step out of the mage’s chamber, the weight of what I’ve done presses on me like a predator’s gaze in the darkness.The bond pulses differently now. Not weaker, not stronger, just different. Jasmine is closer. Not in body, no, but in my soul. Her emotions brush against mine, muted yet present. She’s afraid, trembling in the shadows of that vampire’s mansion. Good. Fear will make her remember who she belongs to.The air outside is sharp with the bite of approaching winter, but it doesn’t register. My wolf paces inside me, restless and snarling. He doesn’t trust this new power, this dark fire surging through my veins, but I do. Because it’s working.I feel her wolf stir, and it sends a wicked thrill through me. She’s resisting, but the Shadow Bind won’t let her win. Every inch she pushes, I pull harder. It’s only a matter of time before she’s mine again.Back at the pack house, the Eclipse warriors greet me w

Unknown POV As Ramon, the vampire lord, gently entwined with his sweet mate Jasmine, the room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through lace curtains. A tender chill brushed against their skin, heightening every touch and sensation.Ramon’s fingertips brushed lightly across Jasmine’s skin, igniting a trail of electric shivers that seemed to dance beneath the surface. His senses were heightened, and he could hear the soft rhythm of her heartbeat, feel the warmth spreading where their bodies met. Jasmine’s hands traced along his back, feeling the firm muscles that hinted at the power he held in reserve, yet was now replaced by a gentle, unhurried tenderness.The air between them was thick with anticipation, each breath they shared seemed to synchronize, growing deeper and more harmonious. Ramon could taste the lingering sweetness of Jasmine’s skin, a blend of lavender and honey that intoxicated his vampire senses in a way no blood ever could. His every kiss was deliber

Jasmine’s POVThe first time I felt it, I thought I was dying. It was a sharp, twisting pain that tore through my chest, leaving me breathless. My hands shook, my vision blurred, and my wolf whimpered in my mind, curling into herself like a frightened pup. I didn’t understand what was happening. All I knew was that something inside me was breaking.At first, I thought it was the mate bond rejecting me. After all, I’d always been told I was unworthy. Weak. Disposable. An omega with no value. Ryker made sure I never forgot it. His words, his disdain, his rejection, they were as constant as the moon’s pull on the tides. But this wasn’t just rejection. This was something darker, something unnatural.It didn’t take long to realize that Ryker had done something to our bond, something twisted and wrong. I could feel it, a dark thread woven into the connection between us, pulsing with an energy that didn’t belong. It made my skin crawl and made my wolf howl in distress. And yet, no matter ho

Ramon’s POVThe quiet hum of the mansion feels heavier tonight, as though the walls themselves are bracing for something. I lean against the doorway of my study, watching Jasmine through the window. She’s sitting by the pond, her feet skimming the water’s surface.Around her, the world seems unnaturally alive. Birds perch on branches overhead, chirping in a strange harmony. Rabbits have gathered near the flowerbeds, their tiny noses twitching in her direction. Even the fish seem to swim closer to where she sits, as though drawn to her mere presence.Jasmine, blissfully unaware of the peculiarity, laughs softly. “It’s like I’m some kind of animal whisperer,” she jokes when she catches me staring. I offer a faint smile but don’t respond. She doesn’t realize the weight of what she’s said.Once she retreats inside for the night, I step into the library. The shelves are packed with ancient tomes and scrolls collected over centuries, their secrets waiting to be unraveled. I’ve delved into t

Ramon’s POVThe witches don’t even try to hide their approach. I feel their magic long before I see them. An acrid ripple of energy that licks at the edges of my mansion’s wards like oily smoke. My fingers twitch at my sides as I step outside, each movement precise, deliberate. It has been centuries since I’ve allowed the full weight of my bloodthirstiness to surface, but the thought of them threatening Jasmine awakens something primal in me.The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows over the grounds, but even its presence can’t diminish the suffocating darkness I carry. I sense them before they emerge. It is a quartet of witches cloaked in crimson robes, their magic pooling like stagnant water. They are powerful, no doubt, but their power pales against the centuries of death and destruction I’ve wielded.When they finally step into view, they falter. The one in front, a tall woman with streaks of silver in her black hair, takes an instinctive step back. Her eyes widen as th