*****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
*****Xavier*****“Xavier...” Henry moaned my name, making me lose my mind as I captured his lips in a passionate kiss. The heat between us only intensified as our bodies pressed closer together, igniting a fire that I knew would be impossible to extinguish.“No talking necessary,” I whispered, my hands exploring his body with a hunger that matched his own. With my hands in between his legs, I can feel the warmth of his desire for me, his hard length pressing against my palm, urging me to give in to the temptation that had been building between us. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.” I fisted his length somehow above his pants, feeling the throbbing need beneath my touch. The desire in his eyes mirrored my own, a silent agreement passing between us as we both gave in to the inevitable.“Shhh... just let go,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper as I guided him toward release. The tension between us finally broke as we both surrendered to the passion that had been simmerin
*****Xavier*****I stare at Henry as he sleeps peacefully, his features softening in slumber. With his head resting on my chest and arms wrapped around me, I feel a sense of contentment and longing for the moments we can steal together in the midst of our chaotic lives. Our love may be risky, but it’s worth every moment of joy and connection we find in each other.I brushed his hair, with fingers gliding from his silky forehead down to his cheek, savoring the intimacy of the moment. As the sun began to rise, his face came alive with the soft light, casting a gentle glow on his peaceful expression. How long has it been since we’ve been able to just be in each other’s arms like this? I never want this moment to end.When Henry was a kid, he always walked quietly inside and slid into covers without making a sound, as if he were trying to escape the world around him. His quiet demeanor was a stark contrast to his boisterous personality during the day. And early morning he used to quietly
*****Henry******A week has passed since the last time I saw Xavier, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s been up to.My shoulder is starting to heal, but I’m still unable to fully extend my arm, making everyday tasks more challenging. But surprisingly after coming from the healer and everything around me being changed, I was shifted into a larger bedroom with new furniture; my bedroom was filled with new clothes with a new queen-sized bed and a fresh bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.What happened in just a few days that made such a drastic change in my living situation? I know Xavier has something to do with it, as the people around me in the pack house also started to treat me with more respect and kindness. It’s as if I’ve been given a fresh start in a whole new world.But even with everything turning out so well in life, I feel the lack of Xavier’s presence in my life. His absence leaves a void that no amount of material possessions or kind gestures can fill. I wonder where
*****Henry****"I am not annoucing our relationship as mates, but rather my upcoming wedding to someone else," Xavier clarified, his eyes filled with regret and sadness."What?" Did I hear him right ? My mind reeled with shock and disbelief at his unexpected revelation. "I don't think I heard you correctly. You're getting mated to someone else?" My heart sank as the reality of the situation began to sink in.Xavier hides his face from me, unable to meet my gaze. "Look at me, Xavier," I pleaded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he finally looked up to meet my eyes, filled with unspoken apologies.Sorry, it's just what he can say, but his actions spoke louder than words. The weight of his betrayal settled heavily on my shoulders, crushing me with a sense of loss and heartbreak. "You are never to be tortured," I said, my voice trembling with hurt and anger. "The kiss, the sweet words, the care everything was a lie, wasn'
“How is he now?” I asked my beta about Henry. My beta replied, “He’s doing much better now. But the cut on Nick is deeper than we thought; Henry is a wolf, or it might have been life-threatening.”I sighed and nodded my head, wanting to punch my face for being the reason Henry suffered so much.“Take care of him for me,” I said to my beta before turning and walking away, tears stinging my eyes.Why are all these happening? I was so happy; he was so happy, then why did things turn out like this? It’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.I walked to the gym and started punching the punching bag, trying to release some of the frustration and guilt building up inside me. Henry is my mate, my other half, and seeing him in pain is unbearable. I need to reject him when he never wanted to. I needed to cause him so much when he put his trust in me and opened up his heart.“Why?” I shouted, punching harder and harder, feeling the weight of my decision heavy on my chest. The sound of my fists
Xavier****The storm had not passed. It lingered, restless, as if it too sensed the battle was far from over. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fading echo of the chaos that had unfolded below. The sky churned with swollen clouds, heavy with the weight of the battle’s aftermath. Rain had thinned to a whisper, yet the battlefield remained drenched—soaked in blood, in loss, in the echoes of war that refused to be silenced.Henry lay motionless in my arms, his breaths shallow but steady—each fragile inhale a reminder of how close we had come to losing him. The weight of his body against mine grounded me, an anchor against the storm of blood and ruin surrounding us. He had fought harder than any of us, given everything to keep us standing. And now, his body bore the cost of that sacrifice. My fingers trembled as I brushed damp hair from his forehead, caught between the relief that he was alive and the gnawing dread of what lay ahead. The abyss had not just claimed Dean—it had opened a do
Xavier***The storm does not yield.But neither do we.The battlefield is a wasteland of shadows and ruin, the echoes of our struggle still vibrating in the air like the last notes of a funeral dirge. Rain seeps into the fractured earth, pooling in the craters left by our war. The scent of damp soil and blood lingers, thick and inescapable.I hold Henry against me, my arm wrapped around his trembling form, feeling the erratic rhythm of his breath against my chest. His body is wracked with exhaustion, his strength nearly spent, but he is here. He is free. And yet, the weight of what has been lost—what has been taken—clings to us like a specter, whispering reminders of those who will never stand beside us again.Dean stands before us, changed beyond recognition. The abyss clings to him, winding its tendrils through his soul, weaving into the fabric of his being. His presence is wrong, a distortion of something that was once human. The light in his eyes has been devoured, leaving behind
Henry***The storm does not yield.Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the battlefield of destruction I have created. The shadows coil tighter around my body, venomous whispers growing more insistent, more cruel. The abyss does not wish to let me go. It does not fear Xavier's words or his unwavering belief. It only craves ruin.But Xavier does not move from where he kneels, battered and bleeding, his body trembling under the force of my blows. His breath comes in ragged gasps, but his gaze remains locked onto mine. There is no hatred in his eyes, no fear. Only that same unbearable resolve."Henry," he murmurs again, voice hoarse yet firm. "I know you're still in there. I know you can fight this."The shadows recoil, thrashing at the edges of my mind, furious at his audacity. A pulse of agony surges through me, sharp and unrelenting, as the abyss fights to reclaim me.I clutch my head, stumbling backward, my breaths coming in desperate pants. "Stop—stop talking, Xavier. You don’t un
Henry***The storm does not relent.Wind howls through the ruined landscape, shards of earth and debris swirling in the chaos I have wrought. Shadows slither along my skin, whispering, clawing, desperate to drag me deeper into the abyss. But amidst it all—Xavier’s hand remains outstretched.I stare at it, trembling, caught between the pull of darkness and the silent plea in his eyes. He doesn’t waver. Not even as the world trembles beneath us, not even as the abyss snarls for its prize. He should run. He should turn back. But he doesn’t.Because he believes in me.His voice, steady despite the raging storm, breaks through my fractured thoughts. “You are not lost, Henry. You are still here.”I want to believe him. I want to grasp onto the sliver of hope he offers, but the weight of the shadows is crushing. My body is not my own. My mind is barely tethered. The darkness is all-consuming, a living force that binds itself to my bones, whispering lies and truths alike.You are nothing but
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
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
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, t
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
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