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114 Fighting the Dark
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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
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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
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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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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.”
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Xavier***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
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Xavier***The figure before me stood like a tempest incarnate. Her presence was both fierce and commanding, and I could feel the very air around her hum with an energy I couldn’t begin to comprehend. The storm outside seemed to retreat in her wake, as if it recognized the power she commanded."Who are you?" Dean sneered, his voice full of suspicion and malice, but even he couldn't hide the flicker of fear in his eyes. He took a cautious step back, his pack of rogue wolves shifting uneasily in the shadows.The woman’s gaze swept across the room, cold and calculating, and for a moment, I felt the weight of her eyes on me, as if she could see every secret buried deep within my soul."I am the end of this," she said, her voice rich with authority, each word a hammer striking the very core of this cursed legacy. "The Dark Moon’s reign of terror ends tonight."The storm howled outside once again, but it no longer seemed to be a force of nature. It was no longer a rampaging beast—it was a wh
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 153 You Don’t Get to Be Afraid
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
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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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 151 A Call to the Devil
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 150 The Chains of Destiny
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 149 Beyond Mates
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 148 The Prince's Curse
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 147 Before the Storm Breaks
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 146 A new vessel
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
