Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 230:

“Are you telling me Jasmine’s whole life has been a lie?” I spat, my fists trembling at my sides. “That the woman who claimed to protect her stole her?”

Kade nodded grimly. “It looks that way. And if Luna Anna did this, she had a reason. A reason we need to understand, fast.”

A growl built deep in my chest, vibrating through every fiber of my being. My vision blurred red with rage. Betrayal, fury, and fear tangled together, feeding the monster inside me. Ace was ready to tear free, to destroy everything in our path until we had Jasmine back.

“No one touches our mate and lives,” Ace’s voice snarled, brutal and raw.

“We’ll burn their world to the ground.”

I turned my deadly gaze onto Kade. “Get the men ready.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “We’re going to Silverclaw territory?”

“Damn right, we are.” My voice was cold, sharp enough to cut through steel. “We’re going to rip that place apart, piece by piece. And when we get Jasmine back, I’m going to deal with Luna Anna and Jason myself.”

Ace’s growl of satisfaction rumbled through me. Finally.

Kade nodded and rushed out of the room, his footsteps echoing with determination. The silence that followed was suffocating. I took a shaky breath, my fists clenching and unclenching. My mind was a swirling storm of rage and desperation.

“Jasmine, hold on,” I thought. My heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a declaration of vengeance. “I’m coming. And when I find you, nothing will stop me from tearing your captors apart.”noveldrama

Ace’s fury and mine merged into one, a seething, unstoppable force. We were done waiting, done playing nice. Luna Anna had made a mistake—a fatal one. The hunt was on.

Jasmine’s POV

Pain. That was all I knew now.

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A deep, suffocating agony wrapped around me, squeezing tighter with every passing second. I fought. God, I fought. My wrists twisted against the rough ropes binding me to the chair, the fibers digging painfully into my skin. But no matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. Layla, my wolf, was barely a whisper inside me, her presence weakened to the point of being almost gone. The Veilroot those two burly men had fed me with was taking its toll.

I couldn’t feel her strength. I couldn’t feel her fire. And because of that, I was alone.

Jason loomed over me, his icy blue eyes glittering with a sick kind of satisfaction. He didn’t care about my pain, about what he was doing to me. He only cared about getting what he wanted. His fingers, steady and cold, moved swiftly. The ritual knife sliced across his palm and then mine, our blood mingling together in the ceremonial bowl.

I tried to pull away, my entire body screaming in protest, but it was like my limbs were made of lead. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop it. My heart thundered in my chest, a frantic beat that told me I was moments away from losing everything.

Then, it happened.

The bond. The invisible, precious thread connecting me to Ryder—my mate, my love—shredded apart like fragile silk. A guttural scream tore from my throat, but it wasn’t just mine. Somewhere out there, Ryder screamed too. I felt his agony as if it were my own. His roar echoed through my mind, a desperate, heart-wrenching sound that left me breathless. No. No. No.

The searing pain burned through me, a relentless fire that consumed every nerve ending. My vision blurred, hot tears streaking down my face as my body convulsed against the restraints. Jason’s smirk never faltered, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched me crumble. He had done it. The Blood Tie was complete.

I gasped, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. But something was missing—something vital. The warmth, the connection, the constant reassurance of Ryder’s presence—it was gone. Just… gone. All I could feel was emptiness, like a part of me had been ripped away. Jason tilted his head, eyes filled with cruel delight.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

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