Todos os capítulos de MATES: REMNANTS OF A BETRAYED BOND : Capítulo 321 - Capítulo 330

VALEN’S POVPlagued by his words, Theo and I exchanged an unsettling look.That's not right, though. But then again, Werewolves enjoyed traveling, and our species would naturally be drawn to anything Selene-related. So I dismissed whatever he was hinting at with Elder Jacob as him trying to stir up conflict, probably to turn us against each other and distract us from him.In no time, I had Gustav violently thrown into a chair in Penn’s basement. Thaines and Jason were there when I arrived with Theo. Devin joined us right after, and we formed a semi-circle in front of the brute.Penn acted quickly, flicking her wrist to work her magic. Belts burst from the backrest and the seat to strap him down.Gustav smirked, his eyes burning with arrogance. “Your little spells won’t do much for you, witch.” He shifted his gaze to Devin, his brows raised, and he taunted, “Is she your tight squeeze or just a bed dribbler?”“Say that again, bastard,” Devin growled, moving to swing a fist at his face.

RAINA’S POV“This was where they killed Selene. Before this temple was ever constructed, the Worgens fought Selene here,” I whispered and turned my gaze to my mate. “That crazy battle.”“You're recurring dream,” Devin mentioned quietly from down the line.Valen’s hand closed around my arm before I could take a step. “Stay with me.” His tone left no room for argument, full of the Alpha’s edge that made the others instinctively fall silent. “Don't go anywhere.”“I’m not wandering off,” I grumbled, but he didn’t let go. “You don’t have to hover.”“I do and I will.” Valen dipped his head so that I couldn't miss the hard defiance in his expression, or the dark possessiveness in his emeralds. “Do not forget our agreement.”He was referring to the fact that I had to stick to his side like glue, so he wouldn't lay another finger on my guardian. No matter what Gustav did, they still saw him as a walking, talking bomb waiting to go off. What's worse is I have no idea how to help or fix it.Trus

RAINA’S POV Betrayal burned, but it was nothing compared to the icy, vice-like fear clawing at me.A riot of growls, snarls, and the clang of tools filled the air, thick with the scent of iron and sweat, as dust motes danced in the lights.Apparently, we made it to the secret chamber, but the enemy’s presence was about to hinder us from achieving our goal, jeopardizing everything.Watching them closely, our guns remained raised and leveled on the Worgens and their rogue laborers as they spread out across the chamber, blocking any way forward.Aw heck. There were so many of them.Azara leaned her head sideways to whisper to me. “They don't smell foul like regular slay-loving rogues. Isn’t that strange? They are more coherent and stronger than the average warrior.”“You’re not wrong,” I told her after sniffing the air and picking up on that crisp, woody scent and predatory aura. Strategic. Controlled. Lethal. Not wild. Not reckless.“They radiate Gamma-like energy. If they aren’t rogue

Dear Readers,I know it has been a while since my last update, and I apologize for that. On October 28, 2025, my country was hit by Hurricane Melissa Cat. 5. Yes, category 5, and as a result, where I live was devastatingly affected. It was a truly terrifying experience that I pray I will never live to see again. My doors seemed like there was about to burst off. My windows jerked like they were going to explode. My walls vibrated as if they would crumble at any minute. The horrific winds sounded like a huge truck was rolling towards the house at times. Outside, the water rose so high I began to worry. Too shaken up to sleep or eat. At one point, I looked at my crying daughter and thought this was it. I really believed we were in trouble.Thankfully, we are here today. While my home is still standing, I lost my roof, and the house was flooded. I fell on my butt about five times in the house during my attempt to manage the water coming in. Today, my spine still hurts. A tree fell into

RAINA’S POVMy jaw tightened as I saw the furcan men laying the laboring she-wolves down on the platform. How heartless. Farrah moved among them to draw a circle around each of them. With every new she-wolf brought there, the markings began to form a strange, intricate diagram across the stone.“Sacrifices,” Azara whispered, her eyes widened in terror. “That's how they plan to open the wall.” She let out a line of curses, her fist curling as the other hand shook with the Glock.“Oh, goddess,” Penn frowned, flicking her head to watch Farrah. “Blood magic.”“Free me. I can help,” Gustav pleaded from the ground behind me, still unable to escape from under Nyx’s heavy paw.I shook my head and began considering other options. A surge of anger boiled inside me, mingled with the desperate need to save those innocent lives.My chest panged. The bond ached, and Valen flashed in my head. I whipped my gaze all over the chamber, searching for Zeus. My heart leaped to see Zeus being slammed into a