Henry***The forest stretched ahead like a void, its towering trees stripped bare by winter, their skeletal branches clawing at the sky. The moon hung low, shrouded by wisps of clouds, casting the world in a cold, silver light. The chill seeped into my bones, but I pushed forward, my steps relentless. Each breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, white puffs in the freezing air, but I couldn’t stop.Xavier’s voice echoed in my mind, faint and broken, like a haunting melody that refused to fade.“Henry…”I could still feel the bond between us, weak and flickering like a dying ember, but it was there. It tethered me to him, urging me forward, the ache in my chest tightening with every step. Something had happened to him—something terrible.“Henry!” Diego’s voice snapped through, cold, sharp, and commanding. He emerged from the shadows, his face set with determination. “Where the hell are you going?”I didn’t slow down. “He’s in trouble. I have to find him.”"No, you don't.... You're just go
Henry***The cold scream shattered the silence of the forest, sending a chill down my spine. It was a cry of pure agony, a desperate plea that clawed at my very soul. Xavier. The bond between us flickered like a dying flame, but I could still feel him—broken, in pain. And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him suffer alone.I ran, fueled by nothing but the urgency in my chest and the pounding of my heart. My breath was ragged, and my legs burned with every stride, but nothing would stop me. Not when Xavier needed me. Not when he was out there, somewhere in a cage, calling for me in his torment.The trees blurred as I sprinted through the forest, their skeletal branches reaching out like twisted hands, trying to pull me back into the darkness. Each step felt like an eternity, the ground beneath my feet slippery with dampness, the underbrush snapping in my wake. My blood surged with the need to get to him. Fast. The darkness around me was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the darkness I
***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
***Henry****I shook my head, trying to get up, but the pain in my leg was too intense. But I somehow managed to stand up, gritting my teeth through the pain.I wish I could just lie down and rest and not have to do anything else for the rest of the day. The throbbing ache in my leg was a constant reminder of the pain and abuse that had happened to me earlier.A cough broke from my mouth as I leaned to pick up the dirty laundry from the ground that Cody and his friend had crushed under their boots. I winced as I straightened up, the weight of the laundry causing a sharp pain to shoot through my ribs. I knew I had to finish this chore or I might not get any dinner tonight. The thought of a warm meal waiting for me was the only thing keeping me going as I pushed through the pain and exhaustion.I somehow managed to go to the laundry room and put the clothes in the washer before collapsing onto the couch.My body is aching, and my mind is foggy, but at least the laundry is started. I’ll
****Xavier*****“Did you find the culprit behind the incident?” I asked, brushing my hair in front of the mirror. “No, not yet,” my beta replied with a worried expression.“Five years have passed since the incident, and we still have no leads,” he added, his tone filled with frustration. “Maybe you should let go of the past and focus on the present,” he suggested, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.I closed my fist, turning my head towards Dean, my eyes filled with determination. “I will rest until I catch the one responsible for what happened,” I declared, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. “Just do what you have asked to do,” I stated, wearing my shirt and heading out the door, ready to start my day.Dean bowed his head in understanding, knowing that I was not going to give up until I found the one who ruined everything in my life.As I walked out into the morning sun, staring at the horizon with a steely gaze, “What day is it?” I asked, walking towards my car.Dean opened t
***Henry****A new day, a new beginning. I thought of pushing myself out of bed even if I didn’t want to. My body is still aching from the abuse from last night, and the lack of food only increases my fatigue. But I know that I have to get up and do my work or I might get punched yet again, and I don’t think my body is strong enough to handle any more abuse. So, I take a deep breath, muster up my strength, and slowly start my day, hoping for a better tomorrow.I took a cold bath in the common bathroom that is shared by the entire floor, feeling the chill seep into my bones; it was so cold that I could barely feel my fingers. I wish I could have warm water for a change, but that luxury is far out of reach for me. Despite the discomfort, I remind myself that this is just a temporary situation and I must stay strong.I made my room, changing and wearing the same clothes that I had been wearing for days now, but I didn’t have any other options at the moment. As I look around my small, dim
****Xavier*****“Mate,” my wolf growls, recognizing the scent before I do.But my world shook as a similar face came into view—the one I thought I would never see again. My heart raced with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to react after all this time apart.“Henry...” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. The memories flooded back, both painful and beautiful, as I struggled to process the sudden connection that had reignited between us. Henry’s eyes held a mixture of regret and longing, mirroring my own conflicted feelings.Henry is my mate. How can this be possible? I thought to myself in disbelief. The bond we once shared seemed unbreakable, yet here he was, standing before me. As our eyes locked, I could sense that he, too, was grappling with the same overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume us both.But before I could say anything, Henry ran away from me, leaving me with an overwhelming thought of our new connection and the unanswered questions that lingered in the
***Henry****“It’s you,” Xavier whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain outside as his lips connected with mine in a soft, gentle kiss. For a moment, my mind went numb with shock and disbelief. The feeling of his touch sent shivers down my spine, making me forget about everything else at that moment. His smell fills my nostrils, making my wolf howl in approval, recognizing its mate.But the human in me knew this was wrong and dangerous. I pushed Xavier on his back, breaking the kiss abruptly, and took a step back, trying to regain my composure. “What are you doing? This... this doesn’t seem right,” I stammered, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. “We can’t do this.”Xavier rubbed his chin, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes dark with desire. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight this pull between us,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I need you.”Xavier’s words made my mind race with desire and confusion. Despite knowing the consequences, I coul
Henry***The cold scream shattered the silence of the forest, sending a chill down my spine. It was a cry of pure agony, a desperate plea that clawed at my very soul. Xavier. The bond between us flickered like a dying flame, but I could still feel him—broken, in pain. And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him suffer alone.I ran, fueled by nothing but the urgency in my chest and the pounding of my heart. My breath was ragged, and my legs burned with every stride, but nothing would stop me. Not when Xavier needed me. Not when he was out there, somewhere in a cage, calling for me in his torment.The trees blurred as I sprinted through the forest, their skeletal branches reaching out like twisted hands, trying to pull me back into the darkness. Each step felt like an eternity, the ground beneath my feet slippery with dampness, the underbrush snapping in my wake. My blood surged with the need to get to him. Fast. The darkness around me was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the darkness I
Henry***The forest stretched ahead like a void, its towering trees stripped bare by winter, their skeletal branches clawing at the sky. The moon hung low, shrouded by wisps of clouds, casting the world in a cold, silver light. The chill seeped into my bones, but I pushed forward, my steps relentless. Each breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, white puffs in the freezing air, but I couldn’t stop.Xavier’s voice echoed in my mind, faint and broken, like a haunting melody that refused to fade.“Henry…”I could still feel the bond between us, weak and flickering like a dying ember, but it was there. It tethered me to him, urging me forward, the ache in my chest tightening with every step. Something had happened to him—something terrible.“Henry!” Diego’s voice snapped through, cold, sharp, and commanding. He emerged from the shadows, his face set with determination. “Where the hell are you going?”I didn’t slow down. “He’s in trouble. I have to find him.”"No, you don't.... You're just go
The silence that followed Dean's departure was suffocating, broken only by the steady drip of water somewhere in the cell. My hands trembled against the chains, the weight of his words settling like stones in my chest. The rage inside me simmered, threatening to boil over, but I forced myself to stay still. To think. I couldn’t afford to break now—not with so much at stake. Dean wanted me to lose control, to give in to despair. He wanted me weak, desperate, and defeated. But that wasn’t who I was. Not yet. Not ever. I tilted my head back, letting the cool stone wall press against the back of my skull. The dull ache from where it had struck earlier pulsed, a sharp reminder of my vulnerability. I hated this—being caged, helpless, uncertain. My mind raced, searching for a way out, some glimmer of hope in the suffocating darkness. And then I thought of him. Henry. His voice, soft like the whisper of wind through the trees, cut through the haze. His laughter—warm, bright, and infecti
Xavier****The door groaned open, and the dim torchlight that spilled inside cast long, jagged shadows across the cold stone walls of my prison. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the damp air, the stench of my confinement clawing at my senses.And then he appeared.Dean.His figure filled the doorway, tall and broad, every step deliberate as he moved closer. The soft clink of his boots against the stone floor echoed through the cell, a sinister melody to accompany his arrival. He carried himself with an air of authority I’d once looked up to—now it was a mockery, a cruel reminder of how far he had fallen.“Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth but dripping with malice. “The great Alpha Xavier. How does it feel, being reduced to nothing more than a caged animal?”I didn’t flinch. My body was weak, chained, and poisoned, but my resolve... my resolve was the last thing I had left. I refused to let him see my pain.But inside, doubt gnawed at me. Had I lost it all? The pack, the t
Xavier****A sudden wave of sharp, uninvited pain exploded through my mind, forcing me to stagger backward against the cold stone wall. My breath hitched, and for a moment, the darkness in the cell felt thicker, like it was pressing in from all sides. It was as if the very air around me had turned to lead, suffocating me with its weight.A voice.His voice."Xavier..."My heart stuttered, then picked up a rhythm I hadn’t felt in far too long. Henry. But it couldn’t be—could it? The betrayal still felt fresh, the jagged memories of his abandonment cutting deep every time I allowed myself to think about him."Xavier..." It came again, faint, like a whisper carried on the wind, but still undeniable. My pulse quickened, the aching bond between us pulsing like a distant, desperate heartbeat. It was faint—flickering, gasping for air—but it was there, no matter how much I tried to sever it.I clenched my fists, the chains around my wrists digging into my skin, silver burning like fire, but i
Xavier***The silver links dug into my wrists and ankles, their icy touch searing my skin as if I were aflame. Pain had become a constant companion as an Alpha, but this… this was different. It wasn’t just the agony that gnawed at me—it was the betrayal. The suffocating weight of knowing those I trusted had sold me out.The cell mirrored my despair. Damp air clung to my skin, the scent of mildew and rot sharp in my nose. The walls seemed to press in on me, suffocating in their coldness. Every drop of water that fell somewhere in the shadows felt like a ticking clock, counting down the minutes until my mind would break. A faint sliver of light filtered through a small barred window above, casting shadows that seemed to mock me, teasing with the distant promise of freedom—freedom I couldn’t reach.I tested the chains again, knowing it was futile but unable to resist. My muscles strained against the metal, the links biting deeper. A growl escaped my throat, low and guttural, reverberatin
Henry***I stood before the mirror, the faint glow of candlelight flickering over my reflection. The boy I once was—scared, skinny, and flinching at his own shadow—was long gone. In his place stood a man shaped by fire and pain, a leader forged through survival.My fingers brushed the scars on my chest, each one a stark reminder of battles fought and survived. The jagged line across my ribs from an ambush that nearly killed me. The faint mark on my shoulder from shielding another. A deep gash across my forearm where I had defended myself with nothing but my instincts and determination. These scars weren’t just wounds; they were milestones, proof that I had endured and emerged stronger.The body before me now, defined and powerful, bore little resemblance to the fragile omega I used to be. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, mental, and spiritual. A decade ago, I couldn’t imagine being here, much less leading anyone. I was the punchline to everyone’s jokes, a weak
Henry***Diego's gaze softened as he stepped forward, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. The years between us seemed to lessen in that moment, as if the distance, the tension, and the pain of the past were finally starting to unravel. His eyes held a complex mixture of pride, regret, and something deeper—an unspoken understanding of the weight of the role he had played in my life, both as my father and the Rogue King."I’ll teach you, Henry," Diego said, his voice low but steady, his words carrying the weight of years of experience. "But you must understand—this power you’re trying to claim, it’s not just about strength. It’s about control. It’s about responsibility. You’re not just fighting for yourself anymore. You’re fighting for the Rogues. For the pack. For the future of our people."I stared at him, feeling the confusion swirl inside me. The man standing before me, the king of the Rogues, felt like a stranger in so many ways. He was the figure I had once long
Henry****The words from the journal haunted me, etching themselves into my mind with every heartbeat. Claim your power, or be consumed by it. The warning seemed so simple, yet the weight behind it was overwhelming. Could I embrace the power that had been kept from me for so long? Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father?I reached for the journal again, trembling fingers brushing the edges of its leather cover. As soon as I touched it, a rush of heat surged through me, making my whole body stiffen. It was like holding a live wire—hot, unpredictable, and far too alive for comfort. The power thrummed in my chest, twisting in a way that made my fingers ache as I gripped the book. A cold sweat broke out across my back as the heat from the journal surged again, burning through my veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. Was this the power of my birthright? It felt more like a curse, a gnawing, insistent force that seemed determined to break free.The pulsin