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156 Fevered Desires: Danger Lurking
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My Stepbrother, My Mate   Authorâs Note
To all my incredible readers on GoodNovelâThank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. đ¤ âMy Stepbrother, My Mateâ wasnât just a storyâit was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. đđI know⌠there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closureâsome mightâve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose⌠for the future. đđŽBut in the end, this story was written from the heart, and your supportâevery read, every comment, every tear and smileâmade it truly special. đŹđThis may be âThe Endâ for now⌠But if the stars align đ and enough of you wish for it, Maybeâjust maybeâweâll return to this world again. (And a certain forgotten side character might just get her spotlight...đđĽ)If you enjoyed this journey, please consider leaving a review, sharing your thoughts, or following me for future adventures. Your support means everything, an
My Stepbrother, My Mate   Epilogue: A Soul Reunited
Xavier***Years have passed since the war ended, since the sky darkened with the loss of himâthe boy who carried the light and the warmth of the stars in his soul. The world has rebuilt itself, the pack has healed, but the gaping wound that remains in my chest has never truly closed. I am Alpha now, but not truly. Not without him. Henry. The boy who dreamed of freedom beneath a sky full of stars, the man who loved me in a way no one else ever could.I wear the title of Alpha like armor, but itâs heavy, and it feels hollow without him by my side.I still hear his name in the wind, still feel his presence in the quiet corners of my heart, where his love once burned so brightly. I see his smile in my dreams and feel the weight of his hands in mine. There are nights when I lie awake and imagine him beside me, as if he never left. But then morning comes, and the silence is deafening. The world spins on, but I walk it alone.Diego has been the rock I needed, the steady force holding the pie
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My Stepbrother, My Mate   168 End of a Prince
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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 glowâ 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 peacefulâ paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henryâs veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Bladeâs 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 flickeringâ caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyesâonce soft, warm blueâ 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 innocentâcharred, unrecognizableâwere 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 allâhe stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf formâa 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 toweredâregal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to himânot his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeatâmerciless 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 Xavierâs laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me youâll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was goneâripped 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 burnâI 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 silentânot 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.âTo awaken the blade,â he said again, his voice quiet and unshaking, âa life must be given.âA sacrifice.The weight of those words echoed louder than any scream, more final than any death.âNo,â Xavier whispered beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening. âNo, weâll find another way.âCael didnât 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 fireâcrimson 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 traitorâspilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.Ash rained from the heavens as screams tore through the nightâraw, 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 nightmaresâfangs bared, eyes soulless, their very presence unraveling the laws of nature. They were not just killi
