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110 Bow to your Alpha
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 111 A Warning in the Dark
Henry***The pack’s respect felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite this victory, I wasn't fully ready to bear the weight of command. There was still something unsettled in me, a hollow ache, an emptiness where confidence should be. Xavier’s disappearance loomed like an ever-present shadow, darkening every victory.“Diego,” I said, my voice firm but laced with urgency. “I have to find him. The pack can follow me, but I can't lead them without Xavier. He's still out there... lost, caged, somewhere.”Diego's eyes softened with concern, and his brow furrowed. “You’ve just fought for your place, Henry. You need rest. The pack—"“The pack will survive,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “But I can’t. Not without him. I have to find him.”"I know how it feels when one's mate is in danger." Diego sighed heavily, but there was no hesitation in his voice when he spoke again. "I’ll help you. You’re not alone in this."His words hit me harder than I exp
Last Updated : 2025-01-09My Stepbrother, My Mate 112 The Sanctum of the Forgotten
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-11My Stepbrother, My Mate 113 Welcome to eternity
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-12My Stepbrother, My Mate 114 Fighting the Dark
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.”
Last Updated : 2025-01-13My Stepbrother, My Mate 115 Shadows of Betrayal
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 116 Blood and Doom
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
Last Updated : 2025-01-16My Stepbrother, My Mate 117 The Dark Savior’s Curse
Xavier***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
Last Updated : 2025-01-18My Stepbrother, My Mate 118 The Prophecy
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
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 169 Ashes and War
Xavier***I rise—slow, trembling—like a man being dragged from a grave. Every muscle screams, raw and unrelenting, as if grief itself has shredded my skin, replacing it with jagged shards of fire. My bones are burning, my heart a hollow echo, a beat I don't deserve. I gasp for air, but each breath feels like swallowing broken glass, tearing me open again. My fingers curl into fists, not from strength, but to stop them from shaking with the violence of loss. Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him.Around me, the sky groans—a wounded beast mourning its fallen. Silver bleeds into darkness, not like twilight, but like the world itself is weeping, like the last light of love is dying.And maybe it is.Maybe a part of the world did die with him.But I’m still breathing.And Cael is still here.He staggers, clutching at the gaping void where Henry’s light gutted him—an abyss carved into his very existence. His f
My Stepbrother, My Mate 168 End of a Prince
Xavier****The moment holds like a breath caught in the throat—Like even the world doesn’t dare move, waiting to see if we survive this.I can barely feel my body anymore. Fiona’s magic is fading, its light flickering around me like dying embers. My lungs burn. My soul screams. And Henry—God, Henry—he stands there with the Blade trembling in his hand like it wants to consume him whole.His eyes find mine.Not the golden-black fire that’s taken over him.Him.Just… him.“I remember the first time we met, just as children,” he says.It’s quiet. So quiet I almost think I imagined it.But I didn’t.Because that voice—that voice is Henry.Not the weapon.Not the monster.Not Cael’s puppet.Just my Henry.“I remember thinking…” he breathes out, voice shaking, “if we could just stay like this. Just the two of us.”I can’t speak. I can’t move.All I can do is look at him and let the tears fall.Because I know what’s about to happen.Cael roars, the air cracking as he throws his power forward
My Stepbrother, My Mate 167 Choose the pain or the end
The battlefield holds still. Not even the wind dares to move.Then, from the scorched ash, Cael emerges.Tall. Otherworldly. Built from shadow and ancient stone. A figure forged in both divine fire and endless night.His eyes glow— not with light, but with judgment. Stars that never belonged in the sky.Every step he takes distorts the air. A cold pulse rolls outward. warping the ground, making time itself stutter.The silence deepens. Not peaceful— paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henry’s veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Blade’s curse as it claws at his very mind. His voice cracks when Cael speaks to him, each word drowning out the memories of loyalty, love, and the life he once knew.Henry drops to his knees. Breath ragged. Body flickering— caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyes—once soft, warm blue— Now blaze with an unnatural gold-black fire.The Blade pulses through
My Stepbrother, My Mate 166 The Battle for His Soul
Xavier***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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 165 The Blade Unleashed
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 164 The Price of Power
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 163 The Blade That Demands Blood
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 162 The Howl Between Worlds
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 161 From Whisper to War
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
