All Chapters of Mate Bond Brawl : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ryker’s POVThe witches’ lair is dark, reeking of burnt herbs and stagnant magic. Their incantations swirl in the air like a sinister melody, yet none of it calms the tempest raging within me. My chest aches with the weight of the bond, but the sharp sting of Jasmine’s betrayal fuels my anger.I stand before them, my arms crossed, as they finalize the so-called "plan." Their voices drone on about the vulnerabilities in the wards, the traps they’ve supposedly uncovered, and the precise moment to strike. Pathetic.Ramon Kovah isn’t an opponent who can be outmaneuvered with spells and schemes. He’s a centuries-old monster with a mind sharper than any blade. Still, the witches’ desperation amuses me.“Alpha,” the lead witch, Verena, says, her voice pulling me from my thoughts. “You seem distracted. Does the bond trouble you?”Her sly smile grates on my nerves. I hate the way they look at me, as though I’m a pawn in their game. If only they knew how easily I could snap their necks. “Focus

Jasmine's POVThe battle erupts before I even fully understand what's happening. Ramon moves like a shadow, his grace and strength unparalleled. But it's not his power that unnerves me, it's the ferocity in his eyes. He is not just fighting for himself. He's fighting for me.I take a step back, instinctively pressing my palm to the pendant around my neck. It pulses with warmth, a reminder of the bond that connects me to Ramon. The sight of Ryker charging toward him is enough to snap me out of my stunned state."Ramon!" I shout, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to stay strong. I can feel Ryker's rage in every thread of the bond between us. The emotions he is projecting are overwhelming, and my chest tightens with every second that passes.The witches, with their robes flowing like dark smoke, move in tandem to cast spells, their chants ringing through the air. I can barely focus on them, the overwhelming energy of the fight and the bond clouding my mind. I need to do something

Jasmine’s POVThe night is quiet, but I just can't sleep. I lie still, my head resting against Ramon’s shoulder, his arm wrapped protectively around me. His presence is solid and comforting, but it doesn’t suppress the storm inside me. My thoughts are a tangled mess, and my chest feels heavy, like I can’t quite catch my breath. The dreams are also getting worse.I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying the latest one in vivid detail. A moonlit forest, thick with shadows, and two figures locked in a silent battle, my wolf, pacing and growling, and... me. Or at least, another version of me. She glows with an otherworldly light, her golden eyes piercing and her movements graceful, predatory.“Another dream?” Ramon’s voice pulls me back to the present. It’s soft and steady, but there’s an edge of concern in it.I nod, turning my head to meet his gaze. Even in the dim light, his crimson eyes shine with intensity. “They’re getting stronger,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “My wo

Jasmine’s POVThe mansion is eerily silent today, with the kind of tension in the air that makes it hard to breathe. I haven’t seen Ramon since morning, and the absence of his calming presence feels like a void I can’t ignore.But I’m not alone. Helena is here, lounging in the corner of the sitting room with an air of casual indifference. At first glance, she seems out of place in this elegant, ancient mansion. Dressed in her usual all-black ensemble, with her sharp eyes and sharper wit, Helena doesn’t look like someone who plays by anyone else’s rules, not even Ramon’s.I still don’t quite know what to make of her. She’s a mystery wrapped in layers of deflection and sarcasm. But there’s no denying her loyalty to Ramon. From what I’ve gathered, their connection goes back centuries, back to a time when Ramon wasn’t the composed, strategic Vampire Lord he is now.Helena rarely talks about her past, but I’ve picked up pieces of her story over time. She was human once, a noblewoman, marri

Jasmine’s POVThe following days blur together in a haze of pain, frustration, and strangely, fascination. Ailric’s training is relentless, a constant push and pull of mental and physical limits. Each lesson leaves me more exhausted, but there’s no time to rest. Not when the forces I’ve only begun to understand are circling like vultures.I can feel their presence, the way the air shifts when they approach. Powerful, ancient beings drawn to my essence. I try to shut them out, but it’s impossible. My Ailuranthrope blood calls to them, like a beacon in the dark.“I can’t keep doing this,” I mutter, pacing the cabin late one evening. The dim light from the fire casts shadows across the stone walls, but I can’t focus on the warmth. I can’t focus on anything except the sense of being watched, of something or someone, waiting.Ramon is standing by the hearth, his sharp eyes watching me. I can sense the quiet concern beneath the cool facade, but he doesn’t speak. His silence only adds to the