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 battlefield was a graveyard of shattered hope, where the screams of the fallen still echoed in the hollow silence, clinging to the ashes like ghosts that refused to leave. Bound wolves lay scattered like broken dolls, Firstborns reduced to ash, and the innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were caught in the path of Henry, now a vessel for Cael's wrath.Smoke curled like serpents through the blood-soaked ruins, clinging to the bones of the fallen.And at the center of it all—he stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf form—a radiant monster bathed in ruin and sorrow.Golden fur shimmered beneath the ash, glinting like dying sunlight on a battlefield soaked in grief. His frame towered—regal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to him—not his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeat—merciless and cold.His eyes were wrong.No longer
Henry****I was the Blade now.But in the final heartbeat before I vanished… I remembered Xavier’s laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me you’ll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was gone—ripped away, drowned beneath the bloodlust and fire, as the killer I had become opened his eyes for the first time.Power. Endless, unyielding, pure.The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did.When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury.I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate.And I wanted blood.The sky shattered above me. Shadows fled before the storm I had become.Bound wolves leapt.I to
Henry***The battlefield had fallen silent—not from peace, but from anticipation. The air hung heavy with ash and tension, as though the world itself held its breath. All eyes had turned to Cael. All ears strained to hear what none of us wanted to believe.“To awaken the blade,” he said again, his voice quiet and unshaking, “a life must be given.”A sacrifice.The weight of those words echoed louder than any scream, more final than any death.“No,” Xavier whispered beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening. “No, we’ll find another way.”Cael didn’t answer him. He looked only at me.Because he knew.Because I knew.I stepped forward slowly, as if wading through grief itself. My heart thundered with dread, but somewhere deep inside, I already understood. From the moment the Veil tore. From the moment Dean became something else. From the first howl of the Firstborn. This was never going to end with a battle. It would end with a choice.My choice.Xavier stepped in front of me, his eyes
Henry***The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.Ash rained from the heavens as screams tore through the night—raw, primal, unrelenting. The ground cracked with each tremor of advancing doom, and the air itself seemed to shriek with terror. Human and wolf alike fell, their bodies twisted in agony as cities crumbled into infernos. Roads split open, swallowing vehicles and warriors whole. The Veil had been ripped open, a gaping, bleeding scar across reality, and through its ancient wound, the Firstborn surged like a plague of nightmares—fangs bared, eyes soulless, their very presence unraveling the laws of nature. They were not just killi
An ancient howl splits the veil between worlds. As forgotten monsters rise, Xavier and Henry must choose—submit to destiny… or tear it apart together.Xavier*****The earth trembled beneath my feet, a slow, aching quake—as if the ground itself mourned what the sky had just revealed. I could feel it—deep in my bones—that something ancient had been awakened, something far beyond even Cael.I turned to Henry, still clutching his hand.“We need to move,” I said, though my voice was hoarse and dry. Like I’d swallowed centuries of dust and dread.Henry’s gaze stayed fixed on the place where Dean had stood, now swallowed by shadow.“They’re not waiting. The Firstborns—they're already moving.”The air shifted. The woods whispered.And then—A howl.Low. Deep. Endless.It wasn’t Cael.It wasn’t Dean.It wasn’t any wolf I knew.My breath hitched. “Did you hear that?”Fiona’s face went pale. “That was… one of the Bound.”“The what?” I asked, but she was already staggering back, gripping Diego’s
Xavier ****A wind colder than winter sliced through the trees, carrying with it the scent of ancient soil… and blood too old to name. Every wolf instinct in me screamed—Run. But my feet refused to move. The earth trembled beneath us—alive, aware… listening.And then, from the darkness between the trees, he emerged.Massive. Not just in size—but in presence. The very air bent around him.Cael.He wasn’t like any wolf I’d ever seen—not even in the oldest memory-visions whispered by the elders. His fur shimmered with obsidian and silver, like lightning trapped in shadow. And his eyes… God, his eyes. burned gold. Not the kind of gold that promised warmth or hope—no. They were molten. Merciless. Like a dying sun collapsing in on itself.Time held its breath.The wind blew.Even the trees leaned away from him, as though nature itself remembered the monster it once entombed.Henry moved first—just a step. No flinch. No fear. Just a steady gaze. And in that gaze… something unexpected
Xavier***The howl still echoed through the trees, not just a sound but a memory clawing its way through time. It wasn’t the cry of a beast—it was grief made sound, ancient and unforgiving. It reverberated through the trunks, rattling leaves like whispered names of the dead. It was deeper, older, as if the very bones of the earth were mourning something long lost and half-remembered.Henry stood rigid in front of me, his shoulders squared against the wind as though bracing for a blow he could not see. The air howled around him, clawing at his clothes like phantom fingers desperate to tear away his resolve. Behind him, Fiona remained utterly still—a ghost made of defiance and sorrow. Her white cloak snapped like a banner in revolt, and her silver hair, once regal and composed, now clung wet and wild to her face, streaked with the first mournful tears of the sky.“The Firstborn?” I repeated, my voice hoarse.Fiona nodded once, her expression unreadable.Henry took a step forward. “Tell
Xavier****The sky had begun to churn, a swirling mass of gray clouds that mirrored the unease tightening its grip on my chest. Each gust of wind that rattled through the trees carried the scent of storm and blood, like nature itself was bracing for a war it could not escape. The forest didn't whisper anymore—it groaned, creaked, and cried out in a language older than words, a warning etched into bark and bone.I walked beside Henry, our strides matched, yet his silence felt heavier than the air thick with impending rain. The fire that once danced in his eyes had dulled into a blade—sharp, steady, honed for battle. Not the wild flame of fury, but the cold precision of a man who knew exactly what it would cost to win—and was already paying.The storm wasn’t just above us. It was within us. And it had already begun to break.We were heading toward the eastern watch, where scouts had reported movement—dark wolves slipping between borders like whispers in the fog, testing our defenses wit
Xavier***The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders as we moved with urgent purpose, each step echoing with the burden of what lay ahead. Henry walked beside me, his presence a steady, unshakable force, but even he could not mask the tension thrumming beneath his skin. The gravity of our mission settled in the air like a storm on the horizon, thick with unspoken fears and unrelenting determination. Diego was already making calls, his voice sharp and commanding, every word laced with urgency as he reached out to the scattered packs, summoning them to arms. Each call was a plea, a demand, a warning—an unbreakable thread pulling together the fragile unity of our kind before it was too late.Every second mattered. Each breath was a countdown, a heartbeat closer to the abyss of war, where hesitation meant death and unity was our only salvation.“We need to rally them fast,” Henry murmured, his voice edged with urgency. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes flickering with an intens
***Henry**** The weight of the laundry in my arms was nothing compared to the weight of being unwanted in my own home.“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’s boot slammed into my ribs, and a sharp pain splintered through my body. Laughter rippled around me, drowning out my ga...
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