He was the Alpha who had only one wish—to find his mate and live happily ever after. But fate has other plans for him. What happened when Javier finally found his mate but his mate turned out to be someone he never expected? Someone whose presence he hates but whose connection to him runs deep. Someone who is not even a she but a he. His stepbrother Henry is an omega. ***** "I Henry Clane, the omega of Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Javier De La Vega, as my mate!" Henry declared, his tone defiant. A smirk played on my lips as I responded, "You think you have a choice in this matter, even if I don't want you as my mate either?" I pulled him closer, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. "Your rejection made me want to not let you go even more. You're mine, whether you like it or not." I hate him, but seeing the pain and struggle in his eyes to get freed from the mate bond only fueled my desire to keep him bound to me. The power I held over him was intoxicating, and I knew that no matter how much he resisted, he would always be mine.
View MoreXavier***The air was thick with tension, charged with an electricity that sparked every inch of my skin. Our bodies were impossibly close, the space between us nothing but a memory. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, trembling against my neck, as his hands moved over me, shaking with need. Each touch of his fingers felt like a demand, a silent plea for more.“Xavier...” His voice cracked, raw and needy, sending a shiver down my spine. His mouth hovered just above mine, lips trembling with hunger and desperation. The heat between us was unbearable, a storm of desire neither of us could escape. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against my chest, fast, frantic, matching mine in its urgency.My hands moved, yanking at his clothes with a ferocity that matched the hunger surging through me. There was no hesitation now. I didn’t wait for permission for the lingering doubts. I needed him. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to stop until he was mine. His body quivered beneath my
Xavier***Henry’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his forehead pressed to mine as if grounding himself. His body trembled against me, heat rolling off him in waves, caught in the torturous pull between restraint and the desperate hunger written in his storm-gray eyes."Xavier..." he breathed, my name a fevered plea against my lips. His fingers curled into my shirt, knuckles white as if holding onto me was the only thing keeping him from unraveling. His heat burned through the fabric, his body trembling with unspoken need, every inch of him drawn taut with longing.I cupped his face, tilting his head up, forcing his gaze to lock with mine. "You don’t get to be afraid," I murmured, my thumb pressing against his cheekbone, firm, unyielding. "You’re mine, Henry. Every breath, every shudder—you belong to me."His lips parted, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, but beneath it, the hunger pulsed stronger. For a moment, I thought he would retreat, but then—he lunged. His mouth crashed ag
Xavier****Alone in the room, away from the chaos of the world outside, I watched Henry take a deep breath and close his eyes. He seemed to seek solace in the quiet stillness, a brief moment of peace amidst the storm raging within him.A small smile on my lips looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me as well. It was as if his serenity was contagious, bringing a sense of tranquility to the room. The threat is lurking in the shadows, but for now, we found solace in each other's presence, finding comfort in the shared silence. The darkness outside seemed less daunting with Henry by my side, a flicker of hope amidst the looming uncertainty.The tension in the room hung thick, suffocating in its intensity. Henry’s storm-gray eyes, darkened with fear and uncertainty, searched mine, and my heart pounded in response. His words had rattled me, leaving a crack in the carefully built walls I’d maintained. I could feel it, the weight of the darkness he carried, a shad
Xavier***The silence after Dean’s departure was suffocating, a void swallowing the room whole. It loomed between us, heavy and oppressive, daring us to speak, to breathe, to resist its pull. Henry’s breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his shoulders trembling under the crushing weight of a truth too monstrous to ignore. The flickering candlelight carved harsh shadows across his face, each flicker a glimpse into the turmoil twisting inside him—a war waged in silence, one he wasn’t sure he had the strength to win.Fiona stepped forward, hesitant, her fingers trembling as they reached for Henry, but she stopped just short of touching him. A flicker of doubt crossed her face, her shoulders tightening as if weighed down by the unspoken fears clawing at her. Her lips parted, but no words came—just a silent plea swimming in her eyes, a mother’s love battling the terror that threatened to consume her. Diego, ever the pillar of strength, stood rigidly beside her, his jaw clenched so tightly I
Xavier****The weight of Dean’s words pressed down on me like a boulder, suffocating, unrelenting, crushing the very air from my lungs. The revelation didn’t just linger—it invaded, seeping into my bones, wrapping around my heart like an iron chain. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, as if the universe itself recoiled from the truth, holding its breath, waiting for me to grasp the sheer gravity of what had just been spoken.Henry and I weren’t just mates. We were bound by something deeper, something that defied explanation, something that sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine.We were something beyond mortal comprehension. Something tethered to the abyss itself, lurking in the shadows of fate, waiting to consume us whole.Kin, bound by blood and destiny. A fate intertwined not just by love or the pull of the mate bond, but by something ancient, something dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my underst
Xavier****The silence that followed Dean’s words was suffocating, thick with the weight of revelation and dread. My grip on Henry tightened, his body unnervingly still in my arms. His eyes—those eyes—held something I had never seen before. Not just fear. Not just pain. But understanding.He knew.Diego exhaled sharply, his fists clenched, knuckles whitening as barely restrained fury coiled beneath his skin like a caged beast. Fiona stood rigid beside him, her posture a picture of composed defiance, but her eyes—those fractured pools of maternal love—betrayed her. A flicker of horror, the silent war of a mother trapped between denial and the suffocating weight of an inevitable truth, trembled in their depths.“What do you mean?” I growled, forcing my voice to remain steady, though the ground beneath me felt as if it were crumbling. My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath shallow, uneven. “What the hell are you saying, Dean?”Dean’s smirk deepened, his ember-like eyes flickering with
Xavier****The storm had not passed. It lingered, restless, as if it too sensed the battle was far from over. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fading echo of the chaos that had unfolded below. The sky churned with swollen clouds, heavy with the weight of the battle’s aftermath. Rain had thinned to a whisper, yet the battlefield remained drenched—soaked in blood, in loss, in the echoes of war that refused to be silenced.Henry lay motionless in my arms, his breaths shallow but steady—each fragile inhale a reminder of how close we had come to losing him. The weight of his body against mine grounded me, an anchor against the storm of blood and ruin surrounding us. He had fought harder than any of us, given everything to keep us standing. And now, his body bore the cost of that sacrifice. My fingers trembled as I brushed damp hair from his forehead, caught between the relief that he was alive and the gnawing dread of what lay ahead. The abyss had not just claimed Dean—it had opened a do
Xavier***The storm does not yield.But neither do we.The battlefield is a wasteland of shadows and ruin, the echoes of our struggle still vibrating in the air like the last notes of a funeral dirge. Rain seeps into the fractured earth, pooling in the craters left by our war. The scent of damp soil and blood lingers, thick and inescapable.I hold Henry against me, my arm wrapped around his trembling form, feeling the erratic rhythm of his breath against my chest. His body is wracked with exhaustion, his strength nearly spent, but he is here. He is free. And yet, the weight of what has been lost—what has been taken—clings to us like a specter, whispering reminders of those who will never stand beside us again.Dean stands before us, changed beyond recognition. The abyss clings to him, winding its tendrils through his soul, weaving into the fabric of his being. His presence is wrong, a distortion of something that was once human. The light in his eyes has been devoured, leaving behind
Henry***The storm does not yield.Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the battlefield of destruction I have created. The shadows coil tighter around my body, venomous whispers growing more insistent, more cruel. The abyss does not wish to let me go. It does not fear Xavier's words or his unwavering belief. It only craves ruin.But Xavier does not move from where he kneels, battered and bleeding, his body trembling under the force of my blows. His breath comes in ragged gasps, but his gaze remains locked onto mine. There is no hatred in his eyes, no fear. Only that same unbearable resolve."Henry," he murmurs again, voice hoarse yet firm. "I know you're still in there. I know you can fight this."The shadows recoil, thrashing at the edges of my mind, furious at his audacity. A pulse of agony surges through me, sharp and unrelenting, as the abyss fights to reclaim me.I clutch my head, stumbling backward, my breaths coming in desperate pants. "Stop—stop talking, Xavier. You don’t un
***Henry****“Where do you think you are going?” A voice is behind me as I walk through the living room of the pack house with the load of laundry in my arms. My step stopped as I knew the danger of being caught snooping around where I wasn’t supposed to be. The voice belonged to the pack warrior, Cody, who had a stern expression on his face. I quickly stuttered out an excuse about looking for the laundry room before making a hasty retreat.“Stop right where you are,” Cody, one of the pack warriors, said, putting his hand on my hip as he pointed his finger at me. “Henry.” A smile formed on Cody’s lips as he pushed my body to the ground, making the load of laundry fall to the ground with a loud thud.“What are you doing?” I shouted, trying to stand up, but Cody put his feet on my chest, pinning me down. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, his eyes filled with malice as the surrounding people laughed seeing me struggling.“Leave me alone, Cody,” I shouted, feeling a surge of fear a...
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