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Our arms brushed lightly, and that small contact somehow grounded me in the middle of everything that was happening. Liam’s eyes moved slowly over me. His gaze traveled from my messy hair, down to the oversized T-shirt I was wearing, then to my bare legs before moving back up to my face again. His lips curved slightly, but it wasn’t a smile.It was something darker. Something angry.Before I could even react, he suddenly lunged forward, his shoulder slamming hard into Roman’s chest. Roman stumbled back a step, clearly surprised by the sudden movement, before he could even steady himself, Liam’s fist flew forward. The punch landed hard against his jaw with a sickening crack. Roman’s head snappe

The mate bond brawl has just begun, and I'm ready to play dirty. A ruthless grin spreads across my face as I contemplate the battle ahead. Jasmine thinks she's free, but she's not. She's still mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to reclaim her.

She grunted, stumbling back a step, but she recovered quickly. I need to move. My hands scrambled behind me, grabbing the first thing I could—a wine glass from the counter. I smashed it against the marble, the shards slicing my palm. Mia lunged again, but I swung the broken stem toward her face. She dodged at the last second, but I still managed to slice her arm. Blood welled up, seeping through the sleeve of her uniform. “Bitch,” she hissed, eyes flashing with rage. I scrambled, my feet slipping against the smooth tiles. I reached for the phone—

His grip on my throat loosened, and he stumbled, releasing me as he whirled around to face his attacker. A man, quick and lean, stood behind him, his fist still clenched from the blow. The bulky man roared, swinging wildly. But the lean man was agile, ducking and weaving, easily dodging the clumsy attacks. They crashed into another bulky figure, seemingly a friend of my attacker, and suddenly, it was a full-blown brawl. Punches flew, grunts and curses filled the air, and suddenly, the small corner erupted into chaos. The fight spilled out, drawing attention, and the entire club seemed to erupt. People scattered, screams mixed with the thumping bass, and tables were overturned, drinks sloshin

"She's my mate!" We collided like thunder, crashing to the floor in a tangle of snarls and fury. Damian's fist smashed into my jaw—crack—blood flooding my mouth, sharp and metallic. I roared, slashing claws across his chest, ripping through fabric and skin, crimson spilling hot and fast. He bucked beneath me, knee driving into my side with a sickening thud that cracked ribs, pain lancing through me like fire.

Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights. “Shit,” I muttered, flicking the cigarette in my hand away. Smoke burst out of the club yelling “Who just came here?” But before I could answer, they were already in the yard, swinging chains and bats. shouting and doing what they knew how to do best. Causing havoc. Before I could think, I jumped in the middle of it, grabbing one off Smoke and shoving him back. Another came swinging and I ducked and hit hard. I felt his jaw crack.

Colin's hand twitched toward his weapon to shoot him dead. Smith moved first. He exploded over the table like a bullet breaking glass, his whole body crashing into the loudmouth. They went down hard, chairs scattering, the table skidding sideways. Smith's fists came down like hammers, over and over, each punch smearing the guy's face redder. "How dare you spread rumors about my fiancée?!" Smith roared, voice echoing, cracking through the stunned silence of the room. His knuckles cracked against the kid's jaw again. "I'll fucking kill you!"

He threatened, his tone dangerously icy, sending a shiver down Jeremy's spike. Jeremy gritted his teeth, Infuriated. Without hesitation he lunged at Liam, trying to retaliate. Not knowing anything about Liam, Jeremy thought he stood a chance since he trained in martial arts. However, Liam was ready, watching Jeremy's moves. With a swift and powerful counter, he landed a decisive blow that sent Jeremy crashing into a nearby stand of cocktails. The loud crash of shattering glass and the sight of Jeremy collapsing to the ground drew gasps from the crowd. Glasses shattered, and the contents of the bottles spilled over Jeremy, drenching his expensive white jacket and trousers.

Fynn rolled his eyes, “Your boss is an SS-ranked Soother. Who can force himself on him? If anyone even tried, the only thing they’d get would be a one-way trip to the hospital. You think your little master’s mental punches aren’t powerful enough?” Trey protested, “He is still recovering–“ “Yes, but he is not crippled,” Fynn tsked, “His head might hurt a bit afterward, but if the need arises, he can still do his famous one-hit knockout no problem.”

Zayn’s punch threw him back and he felt like he had been hit by a train! Before he could finish his sentence, Zayn appeared before him once again and aimed a kick at him, too swift for Black Mamba to dodge. Panicking, he raised his arms to block the kick, but he found that there was little he could do to stop it and was blasted back by the impact.