***Henry****
A new day, a new beginning. I thought of pushing myself out of bed even if I didn’t 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 don’t 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 didn’t have any other options at the moment. As I look around my small, dimly lit room, which is more like an attic than a bedroom, my bed just consists of two thin blankets and a pillow. And the cold air seeps through the cracks in the walls, making me shiver even more. There was once a time when I had a room ten times bigger than this, with my bed covering the whole room and a closet full of clothes to choose from. But now, I am nothing but a shadow of my former self, with my life worse than the lowest slaves of the pack, even though they have more than I ever will. The memories of my past life haunt me as I struggle to survive in this cramped and desolate space, feeling like a forgotten relic of better days. I shook my head as I headed out of the room to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for all the other members of the pack. “I need to hurry and make sure before Samantha wakes up she always gets grumpy when she’s hungry,” I thought to myself as I grabbed the ingredients for pancakes from the pantry. As I started cooking, the smell of sizzling batter filled the air, momentarily distracting me from my own troubles. Preparing a meal for 100 people in this small kitchen was always a challenge, but it was my daily ritual that brought a sense of normalcy to our chaotic lives. Even if the pack had 10 cooks, they forced me to work alone while they ordered me around as if I were there alone. Sometimes I want to poison them all and be done with it, but I know that wouldn’t solve anything. No matter how bad this place is, this is where I found my first home. My parents loved me, and their memories live in every corner of this pack. Despite the difficulties, I don’t want to ever leave because this is where I feel a sense of belonging and where I have made lasting memories. The challenges may be tough, but the love and connection I feel here make it all worth it. I smiled as I felt my stomach groan in hunger. Seeing all the delicious food around me, I couldn’t help myself; I wanted to eat everything in sight. The aroma of pancakes, eggs, and bacon fills the air. “Just one bite won’t hurt,” I thought to myself as I reached for a plate. I turn my head, scanning the room. I don’t want anyone to catch me eating a meal or else I will be beaten again, but the temptation is too strong to resist. The desire to satisfy my hunger outweighed the risk of getting caught. I haven’t had anything since tomorrow morning, and my stomach is growling loudly, making it impossible to ignore the delicious spread in front of me. I turn here and there, grabbing a few slices of bacon and a piece of toast, trying to be as discreet as possible. And shove it into my mouth quickly before anyone notices, savoring the taste despite the fear of being caught. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips as the taste of the crispy bacon fills my mouth, sending a wave of satisfaction through me. It’s not enough to fill my rumbling stomach, but it is at least something to hold me over until breakfast officially begins. I quickly glance around, hoping no one saw my sneaky snack, and decide to grab a small cup of orange juice to wash down the stolen bites. But the glass slipped from my hand as I saw Cody smirking at me from across the room, clearly having caught me in the act. My heart races as I try to come up with an excuse for my impulsive snacking. But I know no matter what I say, Cody will not leave me without abusing me about it for the rest of the day. “Now you stealing food too, huh?” He chuckles, slowly walking closer to me with a mischievous glint in his eye. His eyes show that he is ready to beat the hell out of me with a big grin on his face. I can feel the dread creeping up my spine as I brace myself for the inevitable abuse. “I...” I shuttered, as words didn’t form easily in my mind. The fear of Cody’s reaction only intensified as I struggled to come up with a plausible excuse for my actions. I step back as Cody’s laughter turns into a menacing growl, his fists clenched at his sides. As he pulled my arms behind my back, I knew I was in for a world of hurt. “Please, Cody, I...” I tried to run, but his grip was too strong. The look in his eyes told me that there was no escaping the consequences of my mistake. “Last night, you didn’t learn your lesson,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “Now, you’ll pay for it.” With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I braced myself for whatever punishment he had in store. Cody grabbed my hair tightly and dragged me towards the basement, his grip unrelenting. I knew then that I was in for a long night of suffering at his hands. “NO,” I shouted, pushing against his hold and somehow managing to break free. And ran aimlessly around the pack until I stumbled towards a big, hard wall that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Hands wrapped around my waist, stopping me from falling any further. As I struggled against my captor, a word escaped his lips and made my world spin. “Mate.” The voice growls as a lingering smell of rain and pine surrounds me, making me dizzy with confusion. I turned my head to see the face of the person who had just claimed to be my mate, only to be met with a pair of intense, amber eyes that seemed to see right through me. His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as he whispered, “You’re mine now.”****Xavier*****“Mate,” my wolf growls, recognizing the scent before I do.But my world shook as a similar face came into view—the 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.“Henry...” 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. Henry’s 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****“It’s you,” 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. “What are you doing? This... this doesn’t seem right,” I stammered, my heart racing with conflicting emotions. “We can’t do this.”Xavier rubbed his chin, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes dark with desire. “I know it’s wrong, but I can’t fight this pull between us,” he whispered, stepping closer. “I need you.”Xavier’s words made my mind race with desire and confusion. Despite knowing the consequences, I coul
****Herny****Tears started forming on my face as I struggled to hold back the flood of emotions overwhelming me. Xavier’s words: “You are bound with me forever; I will not mate, but also not allow you to mate with anyone else. You are mine, and that is not a choice you get to make.” Echoes through my mind, leaving me feeling trapped and suffocated by his possessiveness. The weight of his declaration settled heavily on my shoulders, making me question if I would ever be able to break free from his control.I lowered my head, trying to hide the tears streaming down my face, as I realized there was no escape from Xavier’s possessive grip. His words echoed in my mind, haunting me with the realization that I may never truly be free from his control.I always wanted a mate, and I always wished that my mate would be loving and supportive, not suffocating and controlling like Xavier. Not someone who is my stepbrother, not someone who hates me for reasons I can’t understand. I yearned for a l
****Xavier****“Reject me….” Henry’s voice echoes in my mind as I struggle to comprehend the pain in his words. His eyes, filled with hurt and disappointment, pierce through me, leaving me with a sense of regret and longing. And the bruises on his body who could have hurt him so badly? And the bloodstains on his shirt, evidence of the physical violence he endured. My heart aches at the thought of someone causing him such harm, and I vow to punish whoever is responsible for hurting him in such a cruel way.But even so, why do I care if he rejects me or not? Why does it matter so much? Was it because we are mates or because, deep down, I know he is the one who truly understands me like no one else ever could? His rejection feels like a betrayal of the bond we share, making me question everything I thought I knew about our connection.“You looked stressed...” Dean’s voice broke through the silence in the car, bringing me back to reality.“It’s nothing serious,” I replied, forcing a smil
*****Henry****A whole day has passed since the last time we spoke. And his words still echo in my mind: “I will make you feel rejected and unwanted every day if that’s what you truly desire.” What does he mean by that?And why is he soon keen about the mate bond? He hates me more than anyone else. But he still wants me, his stepbrother, to be his mate, even though the thought of it digs me.It’s not like I don’t feel any bond with him; I do, and my world is jumping and howling when he smells our mate bond. But the idea of being with Xavier in that way is unsettling. It’s a confusing and complicated situation that I’m not sure how to navigate.If there was anything that I wanted more than anything, it was someone to love me, a mate who would cherish me and make me feel complete. But the thought of being with Xavier in that way makes my stomach turn. I’m torn between my desire for love and my discomfort with the idea of him as a mate. I don’t even know why he is back in my life after f
****Henry*****The wolf’s eyes glowed in the darkness, its snarl revealing sharp teeth that glistened in the moonlight. Cody and I exchanged a look of silent understanding before slowly backing away, knowing that our chances of survival had just become even slimmer.“Rogues...” I mumbled under my breath, recognizing the dangerous predator in front of us. Cody’s grip on my arm tightened as we continued to retreat, hoping to escape without triggering an attack.“We don’t know how many they are or where they might be hiding,” Cody whispered, his voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves. “Let’s stick together and stay alert,” I replied, my heart pounding with fear as we navigated through the moonlit forest.I nodded my head. No matter how much Cody bullied me or hurt me, I knew that he was a warrior, and trusting him right now was best for our survival. Letting go of my fear and placing my trust in Cody’s instincts, we pressed on, determined to make it out of the forest safely.“S
****Henry****I shook my head, not understanding how he could have come to such a conclusion. His accusations were baseless, but the look in his eyes made me realize that convincing him otherwise would be nearly impossible. But why does Cody think of me this way? What could I have possibly done to make him believe such things about me?“Now shut up and stay here,” he growled, his grip on my arm tightening even more. “While I go,” he trailed off, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew that whatever he was planning would not end well for me.I nodded my head in defeat, knowing I had no choice but to comply. I watch as Cody moves quickly and decisively away from our hiding spot behind the tree, disappearing from sight. I could feel my heart racing with fear and uncertainty, wondering what his next move would be and how I could escape this dangerous situation.I turn my head here and there to see if there are any rogue wolves lurking nearby, ready to pounce at any moment.
*****Henry******“Cody…” I stood frozen, and the wolf jumped again and again toward Cody, but I didn’t know what got me as I stood in front of the wolf, shielding Cody from the attack. The wolf hesitated, its playful demeanor disappearing as it locked eyes with me, unsure of what to do next. My heart raced as I braced myself for whatever might come next.“What are you doing, fool?” Cody shouted, trying to pull me away from Rogue Wolf, but before he could do so, the wolf launched itself on me and sank its teeth into my shoulder. A sharp pain shot through my body as I struggled to push the wolf off of me.Cody’s panicked screams filled the air as the wolf sank his fangs into my skin, sucking on my blood.“Ahhhhh…..,” A loud cry broke out from my lips as I felt my strength fading. I fell on my knee and struggled to push the wolf off of me. With my vision blurring, I knew that this might be the end.But a loud growl broke out, and to my surprise, Cody turned himself into his wolf form, re
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
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
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
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
Xavier***The howl still echoed through the trees, not just a sound but a memory clawing its way through time. It wasn’t the cry of a beast—it was grief made sound, ancient and unforgiving. It reverberated through the trunks, rattling leaves like whispered names of the dead. It was deeper, older, as if the very bones of the earth were mourning something long lost and half-remembered.Henry stood rigid in front of me, his shoulders squared against the wind as though bracing for a blow he could not see. The air howled around him, clawing at his clothes like phantom fingers desperate to tear away his resolve. Behind him, Fiona remained utterly still—a ghost made of defiance and sorrow. Her white cloak snapped like a banner in revolt, and her silver hair, once regal and composed, now clung wet and wild to her face, streaked with the first mournful tears of the sky.“The Firstborn?” I repeated, my voice hoarse.Fiona nodded once, her expression unreadable.Henry took a step forward. “Tell
Xavier****The sky had begun to churn, a swirling mass of gray clouds that mirrored the unease tightening its grip on my chest. Each gust of wind that rattled through the trees carried the scent of storm and blood, like nature itself was bracing for a war it could not escape. The forest didn't whisper anymore—it groaned, creaked, and cried out in a language older than words, a warning etched into bark and bone.I walked beside Henry, our strides matched, yet his silence felt heavier than the air thick with impending rain. The fire that once danced in his eyes had dulled into a blade—sharp, steady, honed for battle. Not the wild flame of fury, but the cold precision of a man who knew exactly what it would cost to win—and was already paying.The storm wasn’t just above us. It was within us. And it had already begun to break.We were heading toward the eastern watch, where scouts had reported movement—dark wolves slipping between borders like whispers in the fog, testing our defenses wit
Xavier***The weight of the night pressed against my shoulders as we moved with urgent purpose, each step echoing with the burden of what lay ahead. Henry walked beside me, his presence a steady, unshakable force, but even he could not mask the tension thrumming beneath his skin. The gravity of our mission settled in the air like a storm on the horizon, thick with unspoken fears and unrelenting determination. Diego was already making calls, his voice sharp and commanding, every word laced with urgency as he reached out to the scattered packs, summoning them to arms. Each call was a plea, a demand, a warning—an unbreakable thread pulling together the fragile unity of our kind before it was too late.Every second mattered. Each breath was a countdown, a heartbeat closer to the abyss of war, where hesitation meant death and unity was our only salvation.“We need to rally them fast,” Henry murmured, his voice edged with urgency. His jaw was tight, his golden eyes flickering with an intens
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 other’s 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 nightmare—humans 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 Dean’s wolves. Diego’s breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.“Damn it,” Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥"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 didn’t 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 wasn’t. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back now—not when I wanted this so badly. As hi