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35 The Right Person
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 36 Your protector
Do you want to be the right person for me?” Cody asked, his voice hopeful yet uncertain.“What do you mean?” Cody’s vulnerability tugged at my heartstrings. He was once my bully, but now he was opening up to me in a way I never expected. “I mean, do you want to be the one who sees me for who I truly am?” Cody clarified, his eyes searching mine for an answer. “I have been rejected, Henry; a rejected wolf is nothing more than a lost soul wandering in the darkness. And I don’t want to be lost anymore,” Cody confessed, his vulnerability breaking down the walls between us.“Cody...” I whispered, not wanting to understand the meaning behind his words.But I moved closer, walking towards him, as I tried to create some space between us, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. Cody’s honesty was both terrifying and liberating, his eyes holding a depth of pain and longing that I couldn’t ignore.Cody grabbed my cheek gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I need you to show me the
Last Updated : 2024-09-23My Stepbrother, My Mate 37 I do love you
“Who are you?” I asked silently, my heart pounding in my chest. The black wolf’s eyes softened, and he replied, “Your protector,” he said with a voice that was both soothing and powerful. His presence brought a sense of calmness and reassurance that I had never felt before.But who is this wolf whose scent was familiar yet unknown to me? I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had encountered him before.The black wolf stood between me and Rogue, growling softly as if protecting me. I couldn’t remember where or when, but I knew I had seen those piercing yellow eyes before. But as he continued to stand guard, a distant memory began to surface in my mind, revealing a connection between us that went beyond this moment. It was as if we were bound by something deeper than mere chance encounters.I watched as he growled loudly at the rogue wolf standing before us, his protective stance unwavering. His piercing eyes were glaring at the wolf, daring it to make a move.The rogue seems to get his ba
Last Updated : 2024-09-24My Stepbrother, My Mate 38 Hold the key
“I do love you...” I heard the black wolf whisper, his voice filled with longing and sorrow, staring at me in the same way that Xavier used to look at me.“What did you say?” I asked, my heart racing with confusion and fear. The black wolf’s eyes held a depth of emotion that I couldn’t quite comprehend, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive.“What did you hear?” he asked, throwing back the question at me. I shook my head, not wanting to repeat the words that I thought I had heard, unsure if they were real or just a figment of my imagination.I turned away, trying to ignore the intensity of his gaze, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to his words than met the eye.“I need to go,” I muttered, feeling a sudden urge to distance myself from the situation. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease lingering in the air, wondering if there was more to the mysterious whispers than I initially thought.“Where are you going?” His voice called
Last Updated : 2024-09-25My Stepbrother, My Mate 39 Inevitable Fate
I stare at the black wolf in front of me, feeling a sense of connection and mystery in its piercing gaze. “Who are you? A kind of secret that you know about my existence.” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The black wolf simply tilted its head, as if contemplating my question. “When the right time comes, you will know. Go back to your pack and wait for the moment of revelation,” it replied cryptically before disappearing into the shadows, leaving me with more questions than answers.“Wait...” I called out, but the black wolf was already gone, leaving me to ponder its enigmatic message and the mysteries that awaited me in the future, only for me to stare into the darkness, with my mind racing with thoughts of what my destiny may hold.“Sometimes it is those who are seen as insignificant that hold the key to unlocking great power and potential.” His words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of the mysterious encounter. Why is my life suddenly filled with cryptic messages
Last Updated : 2024-09-26My Stepbrother, My Mate 40 Rogues Attack
A loud howl broke the tense silence, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. Opening my eyes, I saw a figure emerging from the shadows—a giant black wolf with piercing yellow eyes. Its presence seemed to command respect from the other wolves, who backed away slowly. Running from the way they came, emptying my room of any signs of my presence, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had stumbled upon something far more sinister than I had anticipated. As I made my escape, the image of those glowing eyes burned and sharp fangs into my memory, leaving me with a chilling sense of dread that lingered long after I had fled. The howl echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of a far more dangerous threat than I had ever imagined appearing closer and closer to me.I close my eyes tightly and try to block out the terrifying sound, but it only grows louder.“Henry...” the wolf’s voice rings inside my mind. “You fine...” The wolf’s voice was strangely comforting, as if it held a sense of
Last Updated : 2024-10-01My Stepbrother, My Mate 41 Life or Death
****Xavier****“You have 24 hours; reject my membership or let me live a life as a rogue wolf,” I whispered to myself, knowing that my decision was final. “And yeah, congratulations on finding your Luna. I just hope you don’t break his heart like you did mine.” These are the only words running through my mind right now as Henry’s words continue to haunt me, his face etched with betrayal and hurt, staring at me as I saw him walk away from me, his eyes filled with disappointment and disbelief.I knew that my actions had consequences, and I would have to live with the guilt of hurting someone who truly cared for me. But I also knew that this was the only way to protect him from the harm that had followed him since his childhood, and I was willing to do whatever it took to keep him safe. Even ready to sacrifice my happiness for his well-being.I sighed, seeing his shadow disappearing in the distance towards the dense forest. I want to follow him and confront him, but I know deep down that
Last Updated : 2024-10-04My Stepbrother, My Mate 42 Game of cat and mouse
****Xavier****I shift back in human form to confront Henry about the dangers he may face if he continues to trust the wrong people. But I can do so, so something is stuck in my throat. Burning with the intensity of a thousand suns, my skin prickling with unease as I struggled to stand on my shaky legs.A strong smell of wolfbane wafted through the air, causing my head to spin and my vision to blur. I touched the cut on my neck with shaking hands, feeling the sting of the silver blade that had barely missed my jugular.Fuck, who the hell dared to attack my back in the middle of the night? As I turn my head to see a figure lurking in the shadows, a low growl escapes their lips as they prepare to strike again. I was so engrossed in my focus on Henry that I didn’t even notice the second figure sneaking up behind me. Before I could react, a sharp pain shot through my side as another blade pierced my skin. My heart raced as I realized I was outnumbered and in serious trouble.I stare at He
Last Updated : 2024-10-05My Stepbrother, My Mate 43 Reclaim what was once lost
***Henry***“Where are you, Xavier?” I mumbled to myself, staring at the pack in chaos because of the loss of their Alpha. The tension in the air was palpable as the wolves anxiously awaited Xavier’s return, unsure of what to do next. And with many wolves injured, some severely, it was clear that Xavier’s absence was taking a toll on the pack’s morale. With the rogue attack, there has been growing concern about their safety and future without their leader.“Take care of women and children; no matter what we have, protect them,” I heard Dean ordering to the remaining wolves, his voice filled with determination and responsibility. As the beta of the pack, Dean knew it was his duty to step up in Xavier’s absence and ensure the safety of the pack.The wolves looked to him for guidance, their trust in his leadership unwavering despite the uncertainty that lay ahead. But his shoulder is bleeding from a wound sustained during the attack, a visible reminder of the dangers they faced. Despite
Last Updated : 2024-10-07
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 169 Ashes and War
Xavier***I rise—slow, trembling—like a man being dragged from a grave. Every muscle screams, raw and unrelenting, as if grief itself has shredded my skin, replacing it with jagged shards of fire. My bones are burning, my heart a hollow echo, a beat I don't deserve. I gasp for air, but each breath feels like swallowing broken glass, tearing me open again. My fingers curl into fists, not from strength, but to stop them from shaking with the violence of loss. Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him.Around me, the sky groans—a wounded beast mourning its fallen. Silver bleeds into darkness, not like twilight, but like the world itself is weeping, like the last light of love is dying.And maybe it is.Maybe a part of the world did die with him.But I’m still breathing.And Cael is still here.He staggers, clutching at the gaping void where Henry’s light gutted him—an abyss carved into his very existence. His f
My Stepbrother, My Mate 168 End of a Prince
Xavier****The moment holds like a breath caught in the throat—Like even the world doesn’t dare move, waiting to see if we survive this.I can barely feel my body anymore. Fiona’s magic is fading, its light flickering around me like dying embers. My lungs burn. My soul screams. And Henry—God, Henry—he stands there with the Blade trembling in his hand like it wants to consume him whole.His eyes find mine.Not the golden-black fire that’s taken over him.Him.Just… him.“I remember the first time we met, just as children,” he says.It’s quiet. So quiet I almost think I imagined it.But I didn’t.Because that voice—that voice is Henry.Not the weapon.Not the monster.Not Cael’s puppet.Just my Henry.“I remember thinking…” he breathes out, voice shaking, “if we could just stay like this. Just the two of us.”I can’t speak. I can’t move.All I can do is look at him and let the tears fall.Because I know what’s about to happen.Cael roars, the air cracking as he throws his power forward
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 glow— 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 peaceful— paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henry’s veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Blade’s 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 flickering— caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyes—once soft, warm blue— 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 innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were 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 all—he stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf form—a 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 towered—regal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to him—not his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeat—merciless 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 Xavier’s laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me you’ll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was gone—ripped 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 burn—I 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 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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 163 The Blade That Demands Blood
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 162 The Howl Between Worlds
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 161 From Whisper to War
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
