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
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
Xavier***The air was thick with tension, charged with an electricity that sparked every inch of my skin. Our bodies were impossibly close, the space between us nothing but a memory. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, trembling against my neck, as his hands moved over me, shaking with need. Each touch of his fingers felt like a demand, a silent plea for more.“Xavier...” His voice cracked, raw and needy, sending a shiver down my spine. His mouth hovered just above mine, lips trembling with hunger and desperation. The heat between us was unbearable, a storm of desire neither of us could escape. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against my chest, fast, frantic, matching mine in its urgency.My hands moved, yanking at his clothes with a ferocity that matched the hunger surging through me. There was no hesitation now. I didn’t wait for permission for the lingering doubts. I needed him. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to stop until he was mine. His body quivered beneath my
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥The night fades, and I hold him closer, determined to shield him from any harm that may come his way. Henry falls asleep in my arms, and so do I, knowing that as long as I am by his side, he will always be safe and loved. No matter what the future may hold, I will be there for him—guiding him through the darkness and into the light. Henry is my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure his happiness and well-being.As morning slowly arrives, it brings with it a sense of peace and contentment. I watch Henry sleep peacefully beside me, a smile spreading across my lips as I realize how much he has come to mean to me. The bond we share fills my heart with gratitude.I gently trace his jawline with my fingers, marveling at the strength and gentleness in his features. So much has changed in the last few months—from him being my mate to becoming the Rogue Prince,
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥"You'll just have to wait and see," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. I shivered at the warmth of his breath, my body both eager and hesitant. His hand lingered on my waist, fingers curling as though testing how far he could go before I pulled away. I didn’t move. I wanted this.My hands, still wet from poking his insides, reach up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me."What are you doing?" he asks, his voice full of shock and confusion."I'm just trying to get a better look at you," I reply coyly. Henry laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans in for another kiss. The playful banter between us only heightens the passion between our lips.His hand trailed down my chest, leaving sparks in its wake. I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back now—not when I wanted this so badly. As hi
Xavier***Henry and I exchanged a look, the depths of our bond shimmering between us like an unbroken thread of fate. The warmth of our previous intimacy still clung to our skin, but the cold hand of reality gripped us, relentless and unyielding. There was no time to savor the sanctuary we had found in each other’s arms; the world beyond these walls was unraveling, and it demanded our strength.Diego's face was carved from stone, his fists trembling with barely restrained fury as he glared at the TV screen. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. The footage was a nightmare—humans scrambling in terror, their screams slicing through the night like knives. Shadowy figures stalked them through the trees, ruthless and relentless. Blood painted the earth, bodies crumpling beneath the onslaught of Dean’s wolves. Diego’s breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.“Damn it,” Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
Xavier***The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders as we moved with urgent purpose, each step echoing with the burden of what lay ahead. Henry walked beside me, his presence a steady, unshakable force, but even he could not mask the tension thrumming beneath his skin. The gravity of our mission settled in the air like a storm on the horizon, thick with unspoken fears and unrelenting determination. Diego was already making calls, his voice sharp and commanding, every word laced with urgency as he reached out to the scattered packs, summoning them to arms. Each call was a plea, a demand, a warning—an unbreakable thread pulling together the fragile unity of our kind before it was too late.Every second mattered. Each breath was a countdown, a heartbeat closer to the abyss of war, where hesitation meant death and unity was our only salvation.“We need to rally them fast,” Henry murmured, his voice edged with urgency. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes flickering with an intens
Xavier****The sky had begun to churn, a swirling mass of gray clouds that mirrored the unease tightening its grip on my chest. Each gust of wind that rattled through the trees carried the scent of storm and blood, like nature itself was bracing for a war it could not escape. The forest didn't whisper anymore—it groaned, creaked, and cried out in a language older than words, a warning etched into bark and bone.I walked beside Henry, our strides matched, yet his silence felt heavier than the air thick with impending rain. The fire that once danced in his eyes had dulled into a blade—sharp, steady, honed for battle. Not the wild flame of fury, but the cold precision of a man who knew exactly what it would cost to win—and was already paying.The storm wasn’t just above us. It was within us. And it had already begun to break.We were heading toward the eastern watch, where scouts had reported movement—dark wolves slipping between borders like whispers in the fog, testing our defenses wit
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
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
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
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
Xavier***The howl still echoed through the trees, not just a sound but a memory clawing its way through time. It wasn’t the cry of a beast—it was grief made sound, ancient and unforgiving. It reverberated through the trunks, rattling leaves like whispered names of the dead. It was deeper, older, as if the very bones of the earth were mourning something long lost and half-remembered.Henry stood rigid in front of me, his shoulders squared against the wind as though bracing for a blow he could not see. The air howled around him, clawing at his clothes like phantom fingers desperate to tear away his resolve. Behind him, Fiona remained utterly still—a ghost made of defiance and sorrow. Her white cloak snapped like a banner in revolt, and her silver hair, once regal and composed, now clung wet and wild to her face, streaked with the first mournful tears of the sky.“The Firstborn?” I repeated, my voice hoarse.Fiona nodded once, her expression unreadable.Henry took a step forward. “Tell
Xavier****The sky had begun to churn, a swirling mass of gray clouds that mirrored the unease tightening its grip on my chest. Each gust of wind that rattled through the trees carried the scent of storm and blood, like nature itself was bracing for a war it could not escape. The forest didn't whisper anymore—it groaned, creaked, and cried out in a language older than words, a warning etched into bark and bone.I walked beside Henry, our strides matched, yet his silence felt heavier than the air thick with impending rain. The fire that once danced in his eyes had dulled into a blade—sharp, steady, honed for battle. Not the wild flame of fury, but the cold precision of a man who knew exactly what it would cost to win—and was already paying.The storm wasn’t just above us. It was within us. And it had already begun to break.We were heading toward the eastern watch, where scouts had reported movement—dark wolves slipping between borders like whispers in the fog, testing our defenses wit
Xavier***The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders as we moved with urgent purpose, each step echoing with the burden of what lay ahead. Henry walked beside me, his presence a steady, unshakable force, but even he could not mask the tension thrumming beneath his skin. The gravity of our mission settled in the air like a storm on the horizon, thick with unspoken fears and unrelenting determination. Diego was already making calls, his voice sharp and commanding, every word laced with urgency as he reached out to the scattered packs, summoning them to arms. Each call was a plea, a demand, a warning—an unbreakable thread pulling together the fragile unity of our kind before it was too late.Every second mattered. Each breath was a countdown, a heartbeat closer to the abyss of war, where hesitation meant death and unity was our only salvation.“We need to rally them fast,” Henry murmured, his voice edged with urgency. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes flickering with an intens
Xavier***Henry and I exchanged a look, the depths of our bond shimmering between us like an unbroken thread of fate. The warmth of our previous intimacy still clung to our skin, but the cold hand of reality gripped us, relentless and unyielding. There was no time to savor the sanctuary we had found in each other’s arms; the world beyond these walls was unraveling, and it demanded our strength.Diego's face was carved from stone, his fists trembling with barely restrained fury as he glared at the TV screen. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. The footage was a nightmare—humans scrambling in terror, their screams slicing through the night like knives. Shadowy figures stalked them through the trees, ruthless and relentless. Blood painted the earth, bodies crumpling beneath the onslaught of Dean’s wolves. Diego’s breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.“Damn it,” Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥"You'll just have to wait and see," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. I shivered at the warmth of his breath, my body both eager and hesitant. His hand lingered on my waist, fingers curling as though testing how far he could go before I pulled away. I didn’t move. I wanted this.My hands, still wet from poking his insides, reach up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me."What are you doing?" he asks, his voice full of shock and confusion."I'm just trying to get a better look at you," I reply coyly. Henry laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans in for another kiss. The playful banter between us only heightens the passion between our lips.His hand trailed down my chest, leaving sparks in its wake. I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back now—not when I wanted this so badly. As hi