All Chapters of Mate Bond Brawl : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ramon’s POVTonight, the air has a tinge of suffocating tension to it. The storm that’s been brewing for days, finally seems to have broken, but a different kind of storm looms on the horizon, one I’m not entirely sure we’re prepared for.Jasmine stirs beside me, her breath even, but I know better than to think she’s asleep. Even in her rest, her mind races. It’s part of who she is, the legacy of her dual nature, the constant pull between her wolf and Ailuranthrope sides. They’re both waking, pushing, testing the boundaries of her body and mind. It’s only a matter of time before they’re forced to reconcile.I reach over and brush a strand of hair from her face. Her skin is still warm from our earlier moments of intimacy, and the bond between us pulses quietly beneath the surface. But there’s something else beneath the softness in her expression, a shadow that follows her everywhere.“You’re awake,” I murmur, my voice low, filled with the need to comfort her, even as I feel the weight

Jasmine’s POVThe silence feels heavier than the fight that just ended. My breath comes in shallow bursts as I stare at the spot where the intruder’s body dissolved into ash. The acrid scent of magic and death lingers in the air, making my wolf growl uneasily. I wrap my arms around myself, willing my racing heart to slow down.Ramon stands before me, a shadowy figure against the dim light. His shoulders are tense, and his fists are still clenched, though the danger has passed. His face is unreadable, but I know him well enough to sense the storm brewing inside him.“They’re coming for me,” I whisper, my voice trembling. The weight of it all presses down on me, the fights, the danger, the fact that I’m the cause of it. “They won’t stop, Ramon.”He turns to me, his crimson eyes softening. “You’re not the cause of this, Jasmine,” he says firmly, as if reading my mind. He crosses the room in a flash, his hands cupping my face with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “This isn’t your fa

Ryker’s POVThe wind howls through the desolate packhouse, its emptiness echoing louder than the voices in my head. Once, these halls bustled with life, wolves bowing their heads as I strode through, their Alpha, their strength. Now, silence reigns, and every shadow mocks me with her name. Jasmine.I slam my fist into the oak table in front of me, splintering it with a sickening crack. The shards fly, some embedding into my knuckles, but the pain is a distant whisper compared to the storm raging inside me. She chose him. That bloodsucking leech.I knew the bond between us had weakened, but I’d convinced myself there was still something left, some flicker of what we once were. I was wrong.The weight of that realization crushes me. She didn’t just reject me; she saw me for what I truly am. Weak. Cruel. Unworthy.I stagger to the window, looking out over the sprawling forest that surrounds the pack lands. My lands. My kingdom. Yet it feels so hollow now, as though her absence has stripp

Unknown POV The night was unusually still, the air thick with an unexplainable energy. Jasmine stood on the balcony of Ramon’s mansion, her gaze locked on the horizon where the moon began to rise. But tonight, it wasn’t the familiar silvery glow she’d grown accustomed to. This moon was tinged with crimson, its ominous hue casting eerie shadows across the garden below.Her chest tightened as an ache bloomed deep within her, an ache that wasn’t physical but primal, ancient. Her fingers gripped the railing, knuckles whitening as waves of heat rippled through her body. “Jasmine?” Ramon’s voice broke through the haze.She turned to find him standing in the doorway, his dark eyes filled with concern. Even as a vampire lord, Ramon’s presence always exuded calm authority, but tonight, there was something raw in his gaze. “The moon,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s... different.”Ramon stepped closer, his hands brushing her shoulders gently. “It’s the Bloodmoon,” he said. “A rare ce

Ramon's POV The air feels wrong. I’ve been alive for over five centuries, seen horrors that would bring most beings to their knees, and faced creatures born of darkness and nightmares. Yet, standing here, watching those three ancients vanish into the night, I feel something I can barely stomach.Jealousy. It twists in my chest, a poison far worse than any I’ve endured, sharp and suffocating. They spoke as if Jasmine was already theirs, as if I was nothing but an inconvenience, a mere obstacle in their path to claim her. My mate.She’s mine. I’ve known it from the moment our bond began to form, fragile at first but growing stronger with every heartbeat, every touch, every glance. And now, these self-proclaimed "mates" have appeared out of nowhere, talking about bonds and destinies as if they have any right to her. The thought makes my fists clench so hard my nails cut into my palms.Jasmine’s scent, a mix of wildflowers and something uniquely her, lingers in the air, calming the storm