Xavier***đ¨ Trigger Warning: Read at your own riskâthis chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! đĽ"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 didnât 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 wasnât. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back nowânot 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 otherâs 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 nightmareâhumans 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 Deanâs wolves. Diegoâs breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.âDamn it,â Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
***Henry**** The weight of the laundry in my arms was nothing compared to the weight of being unwanted in my own home.âWhere do you think you are going?â A voice is behind me as I walk through the living room of the pack house with the load of laundry in my arms. My step stopped as I knew the danger of being caught snooping around where I wasnât supposed to be. The voice belonged to the pack warrior, Cody, who had a stern expression on his face. I quickly stuttered out an excuse about looking for the laundry room before making a hasty retreat. âStop right where you are,â Cody, one of the pack warriors, said, putting his hand on my hip as he pointed his finger at me. âHenry.â A smile formed on Codyâs lips as he pushed my body to the ground, making the load of laundry fall to the ground with a loud thud. âWhat are you doing?â I shouted, trying to stand up, but Codyâs boot slammed into my ribs, and a sharp pain splintered through my body. Laughter rippled around me, drowning out my ga
***Henry**** A sharp sting shot through my leg as I tried to stand. I bit my lip, swallowing a groan. Falling back down wasnât an optionânot if I wanted to eat tonight. I wish I could just lie down and rest and not have to do anything else for the rest of the day. The throbbing ache in my leg was a constant reminder of the pain and abuse that had happened to me earlier. A cough broke from my mouth as I leaned to pick up the dirty laundry from the ground that Cody and his friend had crushed under their boots. I winced as I straightened up, the weight of the laundry causing a sharp pain to shoot through my ribs. I knew I had to finish this chore or I might not get any dinner tonight. The thought of a warm meal waiting for me was the only thing keeping me going as I pushed through the pain and exhaustion. I somehow managed to go to the laundry room and put the clothes in the washer before collapsing onto the couch. My body is aching, and my mind is foggy, but at least the laundry is
****Xavier***** I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair, feeling the weight of five long years pressing down on me. âDid you find the culprit behind the incident?â I asked, my voice steady but with an edge of impatience.Dean, my Beta, hesitated, his eyes dark with concern. âNo, not yet.ââFive years, Dean. We still have no leads,â I muttered, frustration creeping into my tone. My jaw clenched, and my fists tightened instinctively. I didnât want to let go of the past, no matter how much it haunted me.He placed a hand on my shoulder. âMaybe itâs time to let go and focus on the present,â he suggested, his voice soft but firm.I spun toward him, my gaze fierce. âI will never let go of it. Not until I find out whoâs responsible for what happened,â I said, feeling the fire rise within me once more. I closed my fist, turning my head towards Dean, my eyes filled with determination. âI will rest until I catch the one responsible for what happened,â I declared, feeling a renewed sen
***Henry****A new day, a new beginning. I thought of pushing myself out of bed even if I didnât want to. My body is still aching from the abuse from last night, and the lack of food only increases my fatigue. But I know that I have to get up and do my work or I might get punched yet again, and I donât think my body is strong enough to handle any more abuse. So, I take a deep breath, muster up my strength, and slowly start my day, hoping for a better tomorrow.I took a cold bath in the common bathroom that is shared by the entire floor, feeling the chill seep into my bones; it was so cold that I could barely feel my fingers. I wish I could have warm water for a change, but that luxury is far out of reach for me. Despite the discomfort, I remind myself that this is just a temporary situation and I must stay strong.I made my room, changing and wearing the same clothes that I had been wearing for days now, but I didnât have any other options at the moment. As I look around my small, dim
****Xavier*****âMate,â my wolf growls, recognizing the scent before I do.But my world shook as a similar face came into viewâthe one I thought I would never see again. My heart raced with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to react after all this time apart.âHenry...â I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. The memories flooded back, both painful and beautiful, as I struggled to process the sudden connection that had reignited between us. Henryâs eyes held a mixture of regret and longing, mirroring my own conflicted feelings.Henry is my mate. How can this be possible? I thought to myself in disbelief. The bond we once shared seemed unbreakable, yet here he was, standing before me. As our eyes locked, I could sense that he, too, was grappling with the same overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume us both.But before I could say anything, Henry ran away from me, leaving me with an overwhelming thought of our new connection and the unanswered questions that lingered in the
***Henry****âItâs you,â Xavier whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the pouring rain outside as his lips connected with mine in a soft, gentle kiss. For a moment, my mind went numb with shock and disbelief. The feeling of his touch sent shivers down my spine, making me forget about everything else at that moment. His smell fills my nostrils, making my wolf howl in approval, recognizing its mate.But the human in me knew this was wrong and dangerous. I pushed Xavier on his back, breaking the kiss abruptly, and took a step back, trying to regain my composure. âWhat are you doing? This... this doesnât seem right,â I stammered, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. âWe canât do this.âXavier rubbed his chin, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes dark with desire. âI know itâs wrong, but I canât fight this pull between us,â he whispered, stepping closer. âI need you.âXavierâs words made my mind race with desire and confusion. Despite knowing the consequences, I coul
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 otherâs 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 nightmareâhumans 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 Deanâs wolves. Diegoâs breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.âDamn it,â Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
Xavier***đ¨ Trigger Warning: Read at your own riskâthis chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! đĽ"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 didnât 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 wasnât. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back nowânot when I wanted this so badly. As hi
Xavier***đ¨ Trigger Warning: Read at your own riskâthis chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! đĽThe 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 himâguiding 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 monthsâfrom him being my mate to becoming the Rogue Prince,
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.âXavier...â 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 didnât wait for permission for the lingering doubts. I needed him. I wanted him, and I wasnât going to stop until he was mine. His body quivered beneath my
Xavier***Henryâs 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 donât get to be afraid," I murmured, my thumb pressing against his cheekbone, firm, unyielding. "Youâre mine, Henry. Every breath, every shudderâyou 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 thenâhe lunged. His mouth crashed ag
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. Henryâs 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 Iâd maintained. I could feel it, the weight of the darkness he carried, a shad
Xavier***The silence after Deanâs 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. Henryâs 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 himâa war waged in silence, one he wasnât 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 cameâjust a silent plea swimming in her eyes, a motherâs 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
Xavier****The weight of Deanâs words pressed down on me like a boulder, suffocating, unrelenting, crushing the very air from my lungs. The revelation didnât just lingerâit 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 werenât 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 darkâsomething that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my underst
Xavier****The silence that followed Deanâs words was suffocating, thick with the weight of revelation and dread. My grip on Henry tightened, his body unnervingly still in my arms. His eyesâthose eyesâheld 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 eyesâthose fractured pools of maternal loveâbetrayed 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.âWhat do you mean?â 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. âWhat the hell are you saying, Dean?âDeanâs smirk deepened, his ember-like eyes flickering with