****Henry*****“Henry… I am sorry for all the pain I have caused you,” I heard a familiar voice say, breaking me from my nightmare. I opened my eyes to see the person I least accepted brushing my hair with so much care and tenderness. But why?“Cody,” my voice cracked as tears filled my eyes. “Why are you here?”Cody stared at me with eyes filled with regret and sorrow, his voice barely above a whisper as he replied, “I needed to make things right, apologize for my mistakes, and try to earn your forgiveness.” The vulnerability in his expression made me think otherwise.I tried to sit up on the bed, but Cody stooped down to gently push me back, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me. “Please don’t move; your shoulder has been dislocated,” he said softly, his eyes showing genuine concern.I look at my left arm, and yes, it has been wrapped in a sling, making it impossible for me to move it. But I still tried to push myself up, determined to show him that I was strong enough to ha
*****Henry*****“What is happening here?” Xavier’s voice echoes through the empty room, making Cody and I jump in surprise. We turn to see him standing in the doorway, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. “What is going on?” he asked, his eyes directed at me, ignoring Cody’s presence.“Alpha…. I just came here to check on him.” Cody said, his voice trembling slightly. Xavier’s gaze shifted to Cody, his anger momentarily subsiding as he took in the concern in Cody’s eyes. “Did I ask you?” Xavier’s tone was sharp, causing Cody to step back in fear. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” Cody stammered, his eyes downcast. “Leave,” Xavier commanded, his voice firm. Cody quickly nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with Xavier, who was now looking at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.“Explain,” he demanded, his eyes piercing into mine.I gulped on my saliva, not knowing what he was accepting me to say.“Henry...” Xavier walked towards me with a stern expression, his arms crossed over hi
******Henry******“Maybe I should...” Xavier mumbled, his eyes searching mine for any sign of surrender. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me.I can feel Xavier's breath on my face, his scent filling my senses, making it hard to resist his magnetic pull. But I still clenched my jaw, determined to stay strong.Even with my eyes closed, I can feel Xavier’s lips hovering dangerously close to mine, tempting me to give in to the undeniable chemistry between us. My heart raced as I fought the internal battle between logic and desire, unsure of which path to choose. I can feel as if any of us moved a mere inch; the tension between us would break and our lips would finally meet in a fiery kiss. The electricity in the air was palpable, making it difficult to ignore the intense connection we shared.I waited and waited with my eyes closed tightly, but my body betrayed me as it leaned in towards his, craving the inevitable collision of our l
*****Henry*****“Am I so bad that you would rather be alone than spend your life with me?” He questioned, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation.I took a deep breath, knowing that my decision was final, and replied, “I don’t want to ever see you again.” I repeated the words that Xavier once told me. “And if you ever come in front of me, I will make sure you regret it. These are words you said to me at our parent’s funeral.” I felt a pang of guilt as I saw the hurt in his eyes, but I knew I had to stand my ground. “You ask if you are bad or not, but Xavier, I was ten when the only family, my brother, pushed me away from his life forever.” I lowered my head as the memories of that flooded back, causing tears to well up in my eyes. “I may have been young, but I will never forget how you abandoned me when I needed you the most,” I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion. “You blamed me for our parents’ deaths, but you tell me, was it really my fault that they prote
*****Henry*****“What?” I mumbled, my voice barely audible now, my body tingling with excitement and nervousness. “Let me show you,” he whispered, before closing the distance between us and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.And that was the moment I knew I was in trouble.I want to push him away, but my body betrays me as I lean into the kiss, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. His lips taste like the forbidden fruit I’ve always wanted. My body ignites with desire as his hands roam over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.“You say you don’t care. Then why did you let me kiss you like that?” He murmured against my lips, his voice husky with desire. The answer was lost in the haze of passion, my mind clouded by the intoxicating feeling of being wanted.I pushed his chest, but Xavier caught my hand and moved his lips to my neck, trailing soft kisses down my skin. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us lost in the heat of t
*****Henry*****“He wants to fuck you, fool,” Xavier blurted out, his words harsh and direct.“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—the shock and disbelief evident in my voice.“He’s obsessed with you,” Xavier continued, his expression serious. “And I can’t let him have you.”“I am no one’s possession,” I declared firmly, my resolve strengthening with each word. “Just leave me like you did in the past,” I added, my voice tinged with a hint of hurt. “I don't want you to come one day and claim yourself as my mate and say you want me.” I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. “I am not a prize to be won or a possession to be claimed. There was only one thing that I ever wanted in my life, and that was a mate who loved me and accepted me for who I am without any conditions or expectations. But even that wish seemed too much to ask for.” I closed my eyes, trying to push down the disappointment and longing that threatened to overwhelm me. “I deserve someone who will s
*****Xavier****I stare at Henry, his face glowing with a mix of emotions, waiting for me to break the silence and give him the reassurance he needed to confide in me. The tension between us was thick, and I knew that whatever that was I was keeping him from was the only thing that was separating us further apart. But I can’t tell him the truth now, not until I find a discloser that will not only bring us closer together but also help him understand why I had to keep it from him.With his hand cradled against my cheek, I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, begging me to trust him enough to share my secret. I knew that once I found the right words, our bond would be stronger than ever before. But our enemies that took our parents away were still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I needed to protect him, even if it meant keeping him in the dark a little while longer.I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the weight of my decisi
****Xavier*****“Are you ashamed of me?” I asked, bearing my vulnerability, with tears forming in my eyes.“Never.” Xavier’s words trailed off as he reached out to hold my hand, his own eyes filled with emotion. “I just want to protect you and us from any potential threats,” he added softly.“You put your trust in me, and I promise to always stand by your side, no matter what challenges come our way,” he assured me, squeezing my hand gently. “Just for the time being, don’t let anyone know that you are mate, and let me handle any potential dangers that may arise.”I listen to his words carefully, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over me. “If that is what you believe is best for us, then I will trust your judgment,” I replied, putting my trust in him even after the trauma I had been through because of his action, but deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease about keeping our relationship a secret.Xavier is an Alpha, and his being mated with an Omega like me, who to
The silence in Henry’s room was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to press down on his chest with every labored breath. His surroundings were shrouded in darkness, yet the air felt thick, as if the shadows themselves were alive, watching him. Henry was awake, but the world around him was a hazy, half-formed nightmare, its grip on him unyielding. His fingers, sticky with the remnants of blood, curled and uncurled in confusion. Was it his own blood? Or someone else’s?A whisper slithered through the darkness, curling around his senses like icy fingers grazing his skin. A shiver raced down his spine, though the room itself was uncomfortably warm. His breath hitched, the faint taste of iron—a coppery tang that could only be blood—clinging to the back of his throat. Was it his? Or someone else’s?"You feel it, don’t you?” Lyra’s voice hissed through the shadows, the words curling around him like a cold wind. “The hunger, the thirst gnawing at your very soul? You’re alread
Xavier***Diego stood motionless, his fists clenched so tight I feared his knuckles would burst. His body trembled, but whether it was from rage or the fear of facing Fiona’s impossible return, I couldn’t tell. I could see it in his eyes—a father’s anguish, a mate’s despair. The ghosts of the past had clawed their way back into the present, threatening to swallow us whole."“How?” Diego finally managed, his voice hoarse. “How is that possible?”Cody’s eyes darkened as he stepped further into the room. “She was sucked into darkness, and I stood there, helpless, as she was torn away from me.” His voice cracked, betraying the weight of the memory.“You think she’s been... alive all this time?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, unsure of the enormity of what we were discussing."Not alive—not in the way we know it," Cody answered grimly. "She was caught in the fold between life and death, a soul trapped in darkness, manipulated by something far more ancient than anything we've eve
Xavier***The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows across the wooden walls, the air thick with unspoken tension. Dust hung heavy, stirred only by the occasional shift as I turned another brittle page. The weight of our task pressed down like a storm cloud ready to break.My fingers traced the ancient ink, my mind racing with the implications of what I had read. But no matter how many times I reread it, the answer remained the same: to save Henry, I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The truth of my family’s dark history loomed large, and I knew that to protect Henry, I had to make a choice that could change everything.“We need to be sure,” Diego murmured, breaking the silence. His deep voice held a rare edge of hesitation, a side of him I seldom saw. “There has to be another way. We can’t rush into this without exhausting every possibility.”I exhaled sharply, frustration tightening my jaw. “I don’t have time, Diego. Henry doesn’t have time. The darkness is consuming
Henry****My body trembles, my breath ragged as I strain against the restraints holding me down. My wrists are bound to this cold, unforgiving chair, the ropes digging into my skin, but it’s the pain inside my head that’s worse. The darkness has seeped into me, suffocating me from the inside, and now it’s coming for me, trying to consume everything I’ve ever been.The room around me is dim, the air thick and heavy, pressing down with each breath I take. But it’s the shadows that get to me the most. They claw at me, whispering from the corners where the light never reaches. I can feel their cold fingers creeping into my mind, wrapping around my thoughts, twisting them into grotesque shapes.Give in, Henry. There is nothing left for you but me.The words are soft at first, like a murmur in the back of my mind, but they’re getting louder, growing louder with every second. I grit my teeth, trying to shut them out, but it’s no use. They won’t stop.You’re nothing without me. You were alway
The room closed in on Xavier, the air thick with a suffocating weight. Shadows clung to the corners, twisting and warping in a dance of mocking whispers, echoing his deepest failures and fears. The journal lay on the table before him, its presence a cold reminder of the sins that had brought him to this point. His fingers hovered over the worn leather, but he could not bear to open it. The vision of the altar—the blood, the hollow, accusing eyes of his mother—replayed in his mind like a tormenting nightmare. He had been born of violence, of rejection, forged in the darkness of his father’s cruel design. And Henry… his mate, his salvation, now stood as nothing more than a pawn in that same twisted game of shadows."You don’t get to say that, Xavier," Diego snapped, his voice raw, full of unspent anger. "You didn’t choose this. You didn’t choose him." His frustration rippled through the space, but beneath the edge of it, Xavier heard something else—something softer, more understanding.
The journal felt heavier in Xavier’s hands, its leather cover cool and damp, as if it had absorbed the decay of time itself. The scent of aged parchment and faded ink hung thick in the air, dust swirling like a specter, choking the space between them. His fingers trembled as they hovered over the pages, each turn more agonizing than the last.Diego stood beside him, his silence more piercing than any words. A steady presence in the growing storm of revelations, his watchful gaze never leaving Xavier’s face.The ink on the brittle pages pulsed, shifting like something alive, whispering secrets long buried in the abyss. Xavier’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as he turned to the next page.“The Ritual of Darkmoon is not meant for mortals to wield. But I had no choice. Power is not given—it is taken, demanded from the abyss itself. And so, I made the sacrifice.”Xavier's hands shook violently. The words twisted inside his chest like a rusted dagger, leaving a trail of ice in their
Xavier****The words hung between us like a death sentence—heavy and unyielding. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of the choice I faced. Diego stood before me, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with determination, but I could see the flicker of pain beneath his resolve. It mirrored my own, twisting in my gut, tightening my throat.Lyra’s gaze flicked between us, her expression unreadable. "One soul," she said softly, her voice almost lost in the deafening rush of blood in my ears. "Only one of you can make the sacrifice."A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "So, we fight over who gets to die?" The absurdity of it all made my head spin. I had spent so long trying to save Henry, and now... now it came down to this.Diego exhaled sharply. "It won’t be you, Xavier." His voice was unwavering, the finality in it leaving no room for argument. "I won't let you."My throat tightened, words threatening to choke me. "You can’t ask me to stand by and watch you do
Xavier****The grip around my neck tightened, and panic surged through me like wildfire. Henry’s hands, once a source of warmth and protection, had become a vice, his fingers pressing into my skin with an unnatural strength. His eyes—golden and wild—held no trace of the mate I had fought for, the mate I had desperately tried to save. The demons that plagued his mind had claimed him completely, twisting him into something unrecognizable.I gasped for breath, my heart hammering against my chest as I struggled to free myself. "Henry, stop!" I croaked, my voice hoarse from the pressure in my throat. But the man in front of me—if it could even be called that—did not respond. He only smirked, his lips curling into a grotesque smile that sent an icy chill down my spine."You always think you can save everyone, Xavier," he whispered, his voice low and laced with venomous sweetness. "But you can't even save yourself."His grip tightened further, cutting off my air supply. I could feel my stren
Xavier****A week had passed since that day, yet the weight of everything that had transpired still pressed down on us like a suffocating fog. Henry remained unconscious, his body pale and still. The darkness had retreated, but it left scars deep enough to haunt us all. And I could do nothing but wait and watch, praying for a sign that he would wake up, praying that this nightmare would end.The cage was silent now, save for the occasional drip of water from the far corner. But that silence was a lie—a facade hiding the chaos that raged inside. Dean was there, shackled and bruised, his eyes vacant as he slumped against the cold bars. The light was dim in the corner of the room, but it did nothing to ease the sharp lines of agony on his face.I approached the cage slowly, the sound of my boots against the floor echoing in the stillness. His eyes flickered up at me, but there was no recognition, no defiance—just a hollow emptiness that made my blood run cold. My once-loyal beta, or so I