All Chapters of Mate Bond Brawl: Fighting For The Rejected Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jasmine The scent of blood is faint now, but it lingers. This blood is no one else's but, Mine. All thanks to my scumbag Alpha mate, Ryker Wolverine. I am his to toy with, his to abuse and his to break. My body hurts but my mind has become numb to the pain. It's been going on for too long that I've lost count. I sit on the cold, damp floor of the dungeon, my knees drawn to my chest, arms wrapped around myself. The chains are unnecessary. I don’t even have the strength to fight. My wrists are raw, and the silver cuffs have bitten into my skin. Each movement sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through me, but I refuse to cry. Not again. I have cried the first time Ryker threw me down here, his eyes burning with anger and disgust. “Don’t think being my mate makes you special,” he spat. “You’re just an omega. A nuisance.” I begged for his mercy then, foolishly thinking the mate bond would sway him. But it did not and still doesn't. To him, I am nothing more than an inconvenience. A c

Ramon The air tonight carries an ominous weight, the kind that prickles at the edges of my senses like a warning. The moon hangs low, its light dimmed by clouds that seem reluctant to let it shine. I stand at the eastern border of the Eclipse Pack’s territory, my presence cloaked by shadows as I observe the stillness of the night. Rumors have reached the Council. Whispers of dark rituals and forbidden practices within this pack. I volunteered to investigate, though my true motives are far more personal. I have felt drawn to this pack for a while but tonight it feels as if something is urging me forward. For five centuries, I have wandered this world alone. Not for lack of options. No, many have sought my favor, lured by my status as a vampire lord and a respected member of the Universal Council. But none have been my mate. None have stirred the fire that once consumed me before I was cursed to live without love. I still see her face, my first mate. The memory is as vivid as the ni

Jasmine It’s been twenty-seven days since I arrived at Ramon’s house. Twenty-seven days since I fled Ryker’s cruelty, my body bruised, my soul even more battered. But here, in this quiet sanctuary hidden deep within the woods, I feel a strange sense of safety. Something I can’t remember ever having before.Ramon is nothing like I expected. He’s distant, yes, with his guarded glances and clipped answers, but there’s a kindness beneath the surface that keeps drawing me in. When he looks at me, it’s as though he sees every broken piece, every scar, and doesn’t flinch.I’ve caught myself watching him too often. His movements are fluid, deliberate, like he’s mastered time itself. Sometimes, in the quiet moments when the house is still and the fire crackles softly in the hearth, I wonder about the man behind the enigma. He’s let me stay here, protected me, but I know so little about him. Tonight, I decide to change that.The air in the sitting room is cool, the faint scent of lavender and

RamonThe fire has almost died, its embers casting faint orange glows across the room. Jasmine sits on the edge of the bed, her knees pulled to her chest, staring out the window at the moonlit night. She looks so small, so fragile, and yet there’s a fire in her, a strength she doesn’t see in herself.I stay near the door for a moment, watching her, letting her take the space she needs. She doesn’t realize how much I see her, how much I admire the way she keeps going despite the weight she carries.“The night doesn’t belong to him, Jasmine,” I finally say, my voice low, careful. “It’s yours to reclaim.” She turns to me, her face pale and tired, her eyes searching mine. “How?”Her question is simple, but it cuts deeper than any blade. How do you reclaim what’s been stolen? How do you rebuild when the pieces feel too shattered? I know her pain more intimately than I’d care to admit, and that knowledge makes my chest tighten.I cross the room and kneel in front of her. The fire’s warmth b

Ramon’s POV The bond between us thrums in the stillness of the garden, its pull stronger than I’ve ever felt before. Her warmth leans into me, her breathing slowing as the weight of the day catches up with her. I feel her muscles relax, her head dipping gently against my shoulder. And then it hits me, the presence. It’s ancient, thrumming beneath her surface like the low hum of an old, untamed storm. It’s not her wolf. No, this is something far older, far more potent. The power emanating from her feels almost alive, as though it’s watching me, testing me, deciding if I’m worthy of staying by her side. I steady myself, my centuries of experience allowing me to keep calm, but the realization leaves me shaken. I’ve felt this kind of presence before, long ago, when I was still a fledgling vampire, trying to find my place in a world ruled by supernatural hierarchies. It belonged to beings that were revered, feared, and ultimately hunted into extinction before my first century had pass