Mata Rasenggan Novels & Stories

I held my head in my hands, trying to suppress a moan. “It’s a surprise your mate is able to function with his chakras out of alignment and all concentrated in one place,” she said. “Inflating the apparatus are magical strains from Hell, the Norse, and the Greeks. This malevolent form is both wearing down the integrity of your mate’s soul and creating a form of explosive powerful enough to tear down any ward.” “Shit.” I slumped forward. “Every time I come near, he bursts into flame—” “Miss Aibek,” she said, her voice sharp.

Jessica rolled her eyes. " You know him?” I asked curiously. " No, but he looks like a Rambo." She giggled. The guard was not impressed. “State your name and purpose or leave." He gritted his teeth. I had had enough of this. " Listen here beefcakes, my name is Luna Wren of the Black Moon pack. I'm here to see my mate so you let me pass or get your arms ripped off, whichever you would prefer.” I growled. "Luna? You are no Luna, where's your mark? Why is your ‘mate’ here to discuss a mating deal with our Alpha? I won't say this again, leave.” He sneered at me.