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136 Peace Before the Storm
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 137 Only Us
Xavier***The nights blurred together in quiet recovery, in whispered conversations I was never meant to hear, in the lingering weight of what could have been. The Darkmoon Pack spoke of the battle, of Henry’s return, of how close they had come to losing him. But beyond the murmurs, beyond the glances filled with unspoken grief, there was only Henry and me.He kept to his room, resting, though I knew the exhaustion he carried had little to do with his body. It was the kind that seeped into the bones, that weighed on the soul. He had always fought alone, always borne his burdens in silence. But now, I was here. And that was something he didn’t quite know how to handle.I checked on him every night. At first, it was practical—making sure he ate, ensuring he didn’t overexert himself. But as the nights passed, my visits became something else. They stretched longer, our silences more weighted, the air between us thick with things left unsaid.Like tonight.The fire cast flickering shadows
Last Updated : 2025-02-12My Stepbrother, My Mate 138 Consumed by You
Xavier***The fire had burned low, casting the room in a warm, flickering glow. The silence between us was no longer tense, no longer uncertain. It was thick with something else—something heavy, something wanting.Henry’s breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath the loose tunic he wore. He didn’t pull away, didn’t break the fragile thread between us. His forehead rested against mine, his lips still parted as if he hadn’t quite recovered from the kiss.I cupped his face gently, my thumb grazing along the sharp edge of his jaw. His skin was warm, fevered beneath my touch, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he turned into my palm, his lips brushing against the inside of my wrist in a whisper of a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine.“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice hushed, intimate.“So are you,” I countered, my fingers threading into the silver strands of his hair. It was softer than I had imagined, like silk beneath my touch.Henry exhaled sharply, his body tensing
Last Updated : 2025-02-13My Stepbrother, My Mate 139 The fire in between
Henry****The fire's embers cast restless, jagged shadows across the walls, carrying the scent of smoke and the faint warmth of the crackling heat as it seeped into the room. The soft crackle blended with our unsteady breaths, the tension that had simmered between us for so long no longer restrained. It was raw, electric—a storm finally unleashed after years of suppression.Xavier's eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto mine with a cold, predatory intensity that pierced straight through me from across the room. Their emerald depths gleamed with a cold, predatory intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The air thickened, the weight of his gaze pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. His pupils were wide, his expression fierce. I couldn't move, couldn't look away. The fire's crackling faded beneath the roaring pulse in my ears.He took a step forward. The wooden floor groaned beneath his weight. Another step. My heart slammed against my ribs with every measured, deli
Last Updated : 2025-02-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 140 Outrun destiny
Henry***The warmth of Xavier's touch lingered on my skin long after the fire's embers had turned to ash. The memory of his fingers felt like an anchor, but beneath it stirred a restlessness—a dread that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. I shouldn't have felt this unease, not after the safety we'd carved from the chaos. And yet, the night whispered with something more, something waiting beyond the glow of the dying embers. It wasn't just a memory—it was a sensation etched into my bones, a tender ache of comfort and longing that warred with the fear stirring beneath my skin.An itch. A tremor.I stood near the window, the cool night air brushing against my overheated skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and the sharp tang of distant rain. The stars above seemed distant, their light muted. A shadow flickered across the courtyard below, too quick to be human. My instincts sharpened.A whisper rode the breeze, soft and enticing, like the brush of silk against bare skin, carrying
Last Updated : 2025-02-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 141 Caught in Darkness again.
Henry***A fleeting memory of Xavier’s warmth—his touch, his voice—flashed through my mind, and the loss burned deeper than the cold air searing my lungs. I sprinted through the forest, every footfall muffled by the damp earth. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs, each beat screaming one name—Xavier. Twigs snapped beneath my heels, and branches clawed at my skin, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.Behind me, the shadows writhed and surged, Lyra's presence pressing against my back like an oncoming storm. Her voice seeped through the trees, a velvet whisper laced with venom, carrying an unsettling chill that grazed my spine. It was soft, almost intimate—too close, too knowing—both a caress and a threat. "Come back to me, Henry. You’re mine."I growled, the sound low and feral, something primal rising from deep within my chest. ““I belong to no one,” I spat, the image of Xavier flashing through my mind—his eyes, his warmth—the one who made me feel truly free." I spat, my v
Last Updated : 2025-02-15My Stepbrother, My Mate 142 Taste of ruin.
Henry***Pain. Cold. Silence.The darkness was absolute—an abyss without end, a chilling maw that consumed every shred of light, every trace of self. Cold seeped into my marrow, and silence pressed against my ears with suffocating weight. Yet, through that oppressive void, a voice—jagged with desperation and laced with dread—fought to reach me, trembling on the edge of oblivion, a lifeline fraying but unbroken."Henry... Don’t leave me..." Xavier’s voice cracked with anguish, each word trembling with raw fear and unbearable loss, as if his very soul bled through the plea.Xavier.His voice, raw with desperation, sliced through the suffocating shadows like a cold blade, each syllable dripping with terror and raw agony—a desperate plea clawing through the abyss. The searing agony in my chest, where Lyra’s darkness had pierced me, burned with unholy cold, a venomous chain binding me to her malevolent will. Shadows slithered through my veins, but through the torment, I felt it—a frayed, tr
Last Updated : 2025-02-16My Stepbrother, My Mate 143 Or die trying
The world trembled beneath the weight of Henry’s fury, as if the earth itself could no longer bear the oppressive darkness that swelled from within him. The very air tasted bitter, thick with a suffocating energy that wrapped around them like an invisible predator. Each breath felt like the last, each heartbeat a drum of impending doom. The shadows, alive and conscious, spiraled around Henry’s form, pulling him deeper into their grasp until there was nothing left but the void.Xavier could feel it—the overwhelming weight pressing against his chest. The pulse of their bond, once steady and strong, now flickered like a candle in a storm. His heart ached with every pulse that grew weaker. He couldn’t let go. Not like this.“Henry!” Xavier’s voice cracked, raw and desperate, clawing at the very air. He took a step forward, but the man he called out to was no longer there. Before him stood a monster, a creature born from torment and rage. The shadows writhed around Henry like serpents, twi
Last Updated : 2025-02-17My Stepbrother, My Mate 144 Just for him
Henry***The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.The ground shakes beneath me, the earth cracking as if in warning, and I know, deep down, that I am no longer part of this world. I am tearing it apart, piece by piece, and I can’t stop it.But then, through the howling storm, I feel him.Xavier.His presence, like a heartbeat in the dark, cuts through the noise of the chaos. I feel him in every inch of my being—his heartbeat, his voice, his essence. Even now, as the shadows coil aro
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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
