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***I froze, my mind scrambling to process what Diego had just revealed. I’m the key? My stomach twisted with confusion and growing dread."Explain," I demanded, my voice sharp with urgency.Diego’s eyes locked onto mine, intense and unblinking, as though he were weighing whether to say more. After a long, tense pause, he finally spoke."I can't believe I’m the one saying this..." Diego’s voice faltered as he searched for the right words. "But your bloodline, Xavier. Your father wasn’t just any Alpha. He was the first to bind his soul to the power of the Darkmoon, the only one who could manipulate its dark force. The journal holds the secrets of how he did it—and how it can be undone."A chill ran down my spine. What the hell is he talking about? "What do you mean?" I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice.Diego’s expression grew more somber. "Do you know why your pack is called Dark Moon?" he asked, his gaze unyielding.I shook my head, barely able to process. "Don’t tell me
Xavier***The air was heavy as we left the healer’s den, a tangible reminder of what we’d just faced. Diego walked beside me, his shoulders tense and his gaze fixed straight ahead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long, silvery shadows across the courtyard."Do you think Henry will be safe?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Diego hesitated before responding. "I’ve used my powers to seal a protective barrier around him. That might suppress the darkness that was trying to consume him.""But for how long..." I trailed off, my heart weighed down by uncertainty. Diego’s expression was grim as he replied, "We can only hope it will be enough to keep him safe until we find a more permanent solution."“We need answers, Xavier,” Diego said, breaking the silence. “If that entity can control Henry, it could control anyone. We’re fighting blind, and we can’t afford that.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. “We start with the prophecy. There has to be more to it—something we missed.”
Xavier***The healer’s den was oppressively silent, the only sounds the soft scrape of her tools and the whispered incantations that wove through the air like fragile threads of hope. I stood still, watching her every movement, my focus razor-sharp as though sheer will alone could pull Henry back from the brink. Beside me, Diego’s arms were crossed tightly against his chest, his expression grim but composed—a counterweight to my rising desperation.Henry lay motionless, his pale face bathed in an eerie stillness. His shallow breaths were uneven, each one tugging at the fraying edges of my resolve. Diego broke the silence, his voice low and deliberate, the calm anchor to my storm.“Xavier, we need to discuss what’s next.”“The only thing that matters is Henry surviving this,” I said, the sharp edge of my voice cutting through the room.Diego met my gaze, his tone measured but insistent. “And if the prophecy is real? Henry's fate may be out of our hands.”“Don’t,” I growled, the word a
Henry***Henry's body went limp in my arms as I held him tight, feeling the weight of his lifeless form pressing against me. My heart pounded as his pale face and the trickle of blood from his ears and nose seared into my memory. A tremor of panic swept through me, but I forced myself to stay steady, knowing he needed me to be strong.Diego’s voice cut through the fog clouding my mind, sharp and urgent. “He’s bleeding from his eyes and ears too. Did he use his powers?”I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. My voice came out hoarse, barely audible. “When the darkness gripped us both, Henry used all his powers to protect us. He... pushed himself too far.”Diego cursed under his breath, his fear slipping through his usually controlled demeanor. “The body can’t handle that much power.”I reached for Henry’s hand, my fingers trembling as I clasped his. His skin was cold, sending a shiver of dread through me. I squeezed his hand, willing him to feel my presence, to hold on.“We need to
Henry***The Dark Moon Pack stands before us, but it’s no longer the sanctuary we left. The heavy wooden gates creak open slowly, revealing a scene that steals my breath. The courtyard is unrecognizable—charred earth, broken weapons scattered like fallen leaves, and the air thick with the coppery tang of blood.The silence is oppressive, broken only by the faint groans of the injured. The once-proud walls of the packhouse bear deep gashes, as if claws—or something far worse—had torn through them. My stomach turns. This isn’t just an attack. It’s a massacre.Xavier’s hand tightens around mine, his fingers trembling despite the resolve on his face. “Henry,” he whispers, his voice tight. “Stay close.”I grip his hand tighter, steadying him. “I should be the one telling you that.”We step through the gates together, the weight of the destruction pressing down on us like a physical force.The first figure we see is Diego. Slumped against a fallen beam, his eyes clouded with pain, blood tri
Xavier***The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.I feel it before I see it—the chill that presses into my skin, the icy fingers that crawl across my chest. It’s not just the cold; it’s the menace, the raw malice that’s clinging to the air. I look at Henry beside me, his skin pale, but his determination sharper than I’ve ever seen it. His hand grips mine tightly, and for a moment, I think maybe I can hold him together if the darkness tries to tear him apart. But the air presses in, thick, suffocating, and I can feel
Henry***The void was unrelenting, pulling me deeper into its suffocating embrace. Xavier’s hand in mine was the only anchor I had left, his presence a fragile tether in this endless expanse of darkness. My mind screamed for air, for light, but the abyss was greedy, devouring every shred of hope it could find.The whispers returned, sharper now, their venom aimed at my heart.“You were born to fail, Henry. It’s your destiny, no matter how hard you fight.”“An Omega like you can never be an Alpha.”“Xavier will slip through your fingers.”“Your pack will crumble, and you will be the cause.”Each word struck like a blade, but I clung to Xavier’s hand as though it was the only thing keeping me alive. I couldn’t let go—not of him, not of the future we’d fought so hard to protect.“Henry,” Xavier said softly, his voice cutting through the din like the first ray of dawn. “You have to listen to me. This place—it’s feeding off your fears. You can’t fight it the way you fight everything else.”
Henry****The doppelganger leaned closer, and I could feel its cold breath like a gust of winter, creeping across my skin. "Do you have the strength to face the abyss?" it sneered, as if daring me to prove myself.The walls around me seemed to shift, the grotesque carvings twisting and changing, almost alive. It was as though the very space was reacting to the battle inside my mind. The whispers of the rogues filtered through, faint but insistent, grounding me in the present. This was more than a test of strength. I had to fight, not just for myself, but for Xavier, for the pack that had always stood by me, for everything that had led me to this moment.I stood there, a storm of memories raging within me. The presence of my doppelganger felt all-consuming. The eerie carvings on the walls seemed to leer, mocking my every step. But I wouldn't give in. The abyss wasn't just a place—it was a twisted reflection of everything I feared, everything I doubted about myself. It was built to brea
Henry***The pulse of light ahead grew stronger, throbbing in rhythm with the unease tightening my chest. Each flicker illuminated the jagged peaks of the mountains like skeletal remains of some long-forgotten beast. The rogues behind me were silent now, their usual gruff chatter replaced by the weight of what lay ahead.I could feel it—an oppressive energy that seemed to seep into my bones. It wasn’t just magic. It was ancient, older than the pack, older than anything I had ever known. My paws hesitated mid-step, the instinct to retreat battling fiercely with the drive to push forward.“Henry,” one of the rogues whispered, his voice trembling. “Are you sure we should keep going?”I turned to face him, my eyes narrowing. “You can leave if you want,” I growled, my voice low and steady. “But I will not turn back now.”He swallowed hard but didn’t answer. I knew he wouldn’t abandon me, even as fear clawed at his resolve. None of them would.“Then we press on,” I said firmly, though my vo
***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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