LOGINShare
Ritual combat
publish date:
2026-09-19 16:05:58
Latest chapter
Mate To The Tyrants You will only know your lover, or when you let her go.
They waited for Ronan to enter the ring. Kaela stood alone on the packed earth while Blaise lingered near the entrance, refusing to take a seat. As Beta, no one could order him away, and she was quietly grateful for the solid presence at her back. Part of her still hoped Ronan simply wouldn’t show—granting her an automatic win. It was a childish wish. Even if both his legs were broken he would crawl into this arena just to put her in her place. Their shared stubbornness was one of the few things that had ever felt perfectly matched. The sun climbed higher. Sweat beaded at her temples. The crowd grew louder, openly placing bets on how long she would last. “Ten minutes!” one man shouted. “She won’t survi
Mate To The Tyrants The opening blow
“Are you refusing my challenge because you’re scared I’ll actually win?” Kaela taunted. A ripple of incredulous laughter moved through the watching wolves. The idea of Ronan Kingsley being afraid of her was apparently the funniest thing they had heard all week. She knew how insane it sounded. Winning was nearly impossible. But ever since the bonds with both brothers had settled into her blood, her strength had kept growing. One clean hit—one black eye on that perfect face—would already feel like victory. Ronan’s expression darkened. He took a deliberate step forward. “You must have a death wish.” Blaise immediately shifted,
Mate To The Tyrants Accepted challenge
“Ronan wouldn’t do something like that,” Blaise said with a tired, crooked smile. Through the bond Kaela felt the storm inside him—his reluctance to leave her warring with lifelong loyalty to his twin. “I know it’s hard to believe right now, but he does care about me as an older brother. He’s not going to keep sending me farther and farther away just to keep us apart.” Blaise gently took the shirt from her hands and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles instead. The sweetness soothed her for half a second. Then the possibility of losing him permanently crashed back in. “He’s an asshole,” she said through gritted teeth. “How can you stand him? You *know* this is a ploy.” “He’s my older brother. My twin.” Blaise gave a helpless little shrug. “What else am I supposed to do but love him? He was half my soul long before I met you.” The comparison stung more than she wanted to admit. It felt like she and Ronan were competing for the same space in Blaise’s heart—and Ronan had a lifetime
Mate To The Tyrants Ritual combat
“Is that so?” Blaise raised one eyebrow. “Lucas, I find that very hard to believe.” “It doesn’t matter whether you believe it!” Lucas shot back, though he still couldn’t meet Kaela’s eyes. She clenched her fists, ready to step forward, but the moment Blaise’s hand settled at the small of her back the worst of the anger drained away. He never looked at her. His gaze stayed locked on Lucas, lips curved in a charming, faintly dangerous smile. “And who exactly are you to tell me anything?” he asked lightly. His fingers drew slow circles against her spine through the fabric of her shirt. “I am the Beta of this pack. Who are you to speak about my mate?” “Your… mate…” Lucas stumbled over the words. Whispers exploded through the crowd. “So the rumors are true—” “She’s really the Beta’s mate!” “But wasn’t there a ceremony? Isn’t she the Alpha’s fated mate too?” The stares felt like physical weight. Kaela was proud to be Blaise’s. She was far less comfortable with the entire pack know
Mate To The Tyrants I'll never choose you over him
“Kaela, it’s fine. It’s not as bad as it looks.” Lucien’s voice was weak, but steady. He caught the stricken look on her face and tried to smile. “I heal fast. And it’s not like I didn’t deserve it.” “You didn’t!” she cried. “This was my fault.” “I failed the Alpha when I lost track of you,” he insisted. “You’re alive and well now, so you don’t see the problem. But what if something had happened while you were out there alone? You saw Charles and Elena. What if the vampires had been waiting? How could Ronan ever forgive that kind of failure? How could I?” Kaela stayed quiet and let him speak. He clearly needed to say it. “You’re his fated mate. Our future Luna—” “I’m not going to be the future Luna,” she cut in. Lucien’s eyes widened in horror, as though she had just announced she planned to murder the Alpha. “Are you planning to run again?” He tried to sit up despite the pain. His loyalty was almost painful to watch. “No,” she said quickly, gently pushing him back down. His
Mate To The Tyrants My fault
A sudden hush fell over the hall. Ronan’s eyes widened, then twisted into a snarl. “You’re talking nonsense,” he said with a sharp, dismissive scoff. Kaela glared back. No one in their right mind would dismiss what she had just said, but Ronan had never been particularly interested in reality when it contradicted him. She no longer cared to argue. With Blaise’s hand steady in hers, a new courage filled the space where fear used to live. She turned and walked out, tugging her mate with her. Every conversation with Ronan only grew more suffocating. There was nothing left to gain by staying. “We’re not finished!” he shouted behind them. She kept walking. The command slid off her like water. Even with Blaise’s mark on her shoulder, she had never been formally inducted into Nightreign. Stormclaw was ash. In the eyes of pack law she was essentially a rogue. His orders held no power over her. To her quiet surprise, Blaise followed without hesitation, ignoring the violent crash of fu
You May Also Like
THE BETA AND I
Cassandra M513.3K viewsFated to the Lycan King
Taylor West778.0K viewsHis Plump Mate
BUCHANAN1.3M viewsThe Alpha King's Daughter
Jane Doe771.1K viewsWhile I Carried His Child, He Chose Her
Chantinglove138132 viewsTwins For My Bully's Alpha Dad
Thatty Madov87 viewsBOUND BY ONE DEAL
DAPOL232 viewsThe Alpha Academy Wants Me Dead - My Mate is my Enemy
Hanny R132 views
