“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
I jumped out of the window and changed into my wolf, running towards the healer's den. My mind focused on the safety of my pack and my mate . The urgency of the situation propelled me forward, my instincts as Alpha kicking in to ensure the protection of my pack at all costs. As I raced towards the healer's den, my heart pounded with determination and concern for those under my care.When I reached there with my Beta, there weren't any rougues around , but the healer was tending to a few injured pack members. I immediately shifted back into human form and walked towards my Gamma Raymord, who has his arm bleeding heavily. "What happened?" I asked, my voice filled with worry as I inspected the wound. Raymord grimaced in pain. "The Rogues entered the barders; no one knows how they have been so inside our territory for so long without being detected," he explained while applying pressure to his wound. "And where are Rogues now?" I asked, taking a first aid kit and beginning to clean and dr
“I am mating someone else,” Xavier echoes in my mind as I stare at empty ceiling tiles. The weight of his words sinks in, leaving me feeling lost and alone in a sea of uncertainty.I sad smile creeps onto my face as I realize that our relationship was never truly meant to last. It was my mistake to trust him in the first face, and now I am the only one who is suffering the pain of his betrayal.I take a deep breath as I hear the hustle and bustle outside my bedroom. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? Today is the alpha’s mating ceremony with someone who is not me. I try to push away the feelings of rejection and hurt, knowing that I deserve better than someone who could so easily discard me. As I listen to the sounds of celebration outside, my wolf howls in pain and anger, longing for the mate that was supposed to be mine.I touched my neck while the bandage was still wrapped tightly around the cut that gave me freedom from Xavier, but somehow the ache is nothing compared to the ache in my h
****Xavier*****“Do you understand? What am I trying to say?” I sat staring at Ruby, who was sitting in front of me with a puzzled expression on her face. I could tell she was struggling to grasp the concept I was explaining.“You want me to act as your mate?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.I nodded my head in agreement, realizing that I needed to find a different way to explain the situation to her in order for her to fully comprehend my request. “Yes, exactly. I need you to play the role of my mate in front of all the pack members.”Ruby’s eyes widened in surprise, and she took a moment to process my words before responding. “But I don’t understand why you want me to act as your mate, Alpha.” She questioned, clearly still puzzled by my command.I took a deep breath as Henry’s face came to mind, his smile flashing before me. All this to protect him.“You shouldn’t bother with the details, Ruby. Do as I say, and I will help find your brother.” I said, brushing off the q
****Henry***I step out of the bathroom, take a long, hot shower, and feel refreshed and relaxed as I dress myself in the tuxedo Cody has given me to wear.I stare at myself in the mirror and can’t help but feel a surge of confidence as I adjust my tie and smooth out any wrinkles in the fabric. I am only wearing a shirt, and the pants are perfectly tailored to my body, making me feel both comfortable and stylish. But the bow tie seems to hassle me every time I try to put it on but fail after each try.“Are you done?” Cody’s voice came from outside the bathroom, interrupting my struggle with the bow tie. I take a deep breath and finally manage to secure it in place before responding, “Almost there, just one more minute.”“Leave it. I don’t want to wear a bow tie today.” I quickly remove the bow tie and head out of the bathroom, feeling relieved to have one less thing to worry about.Stepping out, I can feel eyes staring at me from top to bottom. I wiped my palm on my pants, which seeme
My worst fear has been confirmed: he is here.“Xavier,” a voice annoyed, called out from across the room, causing me to tense up even more. I sighed, trying to put my best smile forward, walking towards the woman who soon was going to be my mate, but only in front of the world, not in my heart. As I approached her, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of my stomach.I don’t want to do this when he is here, but I have no other choice. I need to show the world that Ruby is my mate and that I am committed to this union, even if my heart is elsewhere. Taking a deep breath, I plastered on a fake smile and extended my hand to Ruby, hoping that Henry wouldn’t see through the facade.“You are looking beautiful,” I said, knowing that my ears were listening to every word that came out of my mouth.“Oh, thank you so much...” Ruby did her part, smiling as she wrapped her around mine, her eyes shining with excitement. I sighed in relief seeing Ruby act her part well with
*****Henry****“Leave...” Xavier said, staring at Cody, his voice filled with determination. I watch Cody nod his head as he leaves, but before turning his face to get one last look at me, a flicker of regret is evident in his eyes.I sighed seeing. Xavier cleans his jaw, clearly holding back his emotions. “I don’t want you,” I said, trying to get up, but Xavier placed a firm hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “It’s for the best,” he said softly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and relief.“It’s okay, Henry. I’m here to help.” Xavier’s voice came soft and reassuring, his gaze unwavering as he wrapped his arm around my leg and back, carrying my body effortlessly. I relaxed into his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and safety wash over me at that moment. But I know all emotions are just vain attempts to distract me from the pain of rejection.“Leave me…” I whispered weakly, not having the strength to push him away. Xavier held me tighter, his warmth seeping into my bones as he
“I want to leave...” I said, finally deciding to get free from all pain and start a new chapter in my life, one where I can heal and find happiness again.Xavier turned at me; his eyes filled with confusion. “What does it mean?” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “I want to leave all this behind and start fresh,” I clarified, determined to take control of my own happiness and well-being. “I want to leave the pack and all the memories that come with it.”Xavier grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I can see his anger and hurt in his eyes. “You can’t just leave like that,” he said, his voice pleading. “You are a part of my family, a part of me.”I brushed his hands off my shoulder, shaking my head. “A family that abused me for all these years, an alpha that ignored my presence as a burden rather than a blessing,” I replied firmly. “Even if I die, no one will mourn my absence in this pack,” I spoke with a finality that left no room for argument.“This is your home, He
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***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****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***The silence after Dean’s 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. Henry’s 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 him—a war waged in silence, one he wasn’t 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 came—just a silent plea swimming in her eyes, a mother’s 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 Dean’s words pressed down on me like a boulder, suffocating, unrelenting, crushing the very air from my lungs. The revelation didn’t just linger—it 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 weren’t 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 dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my underst
Xavier****The silence that followed Dean’s words was suffocating, thick with the weight of revelation and dread. My grip on Henry tightened, his body unnervingly still in my arms. His eyes—those eyes—held 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 eyes—those fractured pools of maternal love—betrayed 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.“What do you mean?” 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. “What the hell are you saying, Dean?”Dean’s smirk deepened, his ember-like eyes flickering with
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