****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
****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
***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
***Henry***“Tell me how to reclaim a rejected mate bond,” I said, my voice steady despite the nerves coursing through me. I know my decision will change everything. The fate of our pack rests on my shoulders as I reclaim what was once lost.Dean smiles reassuringly, his confidence in me evident in his eyes. “First, I will ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them honestly,” he begins, leading me to a secluded area where we can talk in private.“Okay Henry, let’s start with the reason why your mate’s bond was rejected. Once we identify that, we can work on a plan to reclaim it together.” Dean’s calm demeanor helps to ease my anxiety as we delve into the details of what went wrong.A sad smile crosses my lips as the thought of that painful rejection resurfaces. That day when Xavier told me that he was meeting someone else and not me. The memory still stings, but I know that with Dean’s help, I can find a way to move forward and potentially mend what was broken.“I asked him
***Henry****Like a melody to my ears, a voice that soothes my soul came to my ears, calling my name softly in the wind, “Henry.” The familiar voice rings through my mind, bringing a sense of comfort and nostalgia. It was a voice that had the power to make my heart skip a beat and loosen me in its warmth and familiarity.My heart starts to race with anticipation, knowing that Xavier can hear me, and I can finally feel his presence once again. The bond between us seems to come alive, bridging the distance between our souls and bringing us closer together in a way that only true connection can. The sound of my name on his lips ignites a fire within me, reminding me of the deep love and connection we share.“Xavier….,” His name came out of my mouth like a prayer, a whispered promise of love and devotion that transcends time and space.“Henry…,” And again, his voice washes over me like a soothing balm, calming my racing heart and grounding me in the present moment.“I can feel you with me
*****Xavier****“Shut up and let me handle this.” Henry’s voice came harshly from the mind link as he cut off my attempt to speak.“Henry…. Don’t you dare interfere with my plan,” I shot back, my frustration evident in my tone. “I know what I’m doing,” but Henry ended the mind link, blocking me from his thoughts completely.I clenched my jaw, feeling the weight of his distrust heavy on my shoulders. The fuck, why does he want to come here and put himself in danger? Diego is dangerous and unpredictable.I took a deep breath, knowing that I would have to find a way to work around Henry’s interference if I wanted to succeed in this mission.I stare at my smartphone, scanning the tiny, dark room that I have been kept captive in for the past week. The walls were damp and cold, the only light coming from a small window high above. And wolfbane running through my veins is making me weak and not allowing me to change into my wolf's form to escape. I knew I had to find a way out before it was
****Henry****The mind link ended abruptly. As I opened my eyes, coming back to reality, I realized that I was alone in the room.Where is Dean? I thought to myself, feeling a sense of unease creeping in. I quickly scanned the room, but there was no sign of him anywhere. My heart began to race as I wondered where he could have gone.I sighed with shoulders slumping in defeat. Not knowing what to do in a situation like this, I sat down on the nearest chair and closed my eyes to think.How am I going to save Xavier from this mess he’s gotten himself into? Alpha Deigo is no one to mess with. His name alone is enough to strike fear into the hearts of many; he is strong enough to capture someone as powerful as Xavier, who is known for his strength and intelligence. Then how am I a mere omega rejected by my own pack? My mate should be able to protect Xavier from any threat.I pulled my hair as I tried to make sense of the situation. Frustration, stress, and confusion cloud my thoughts. I co
*****Xavier******“Whom are you trying to Mindlink with?” One of the Rogue Wolf Pack members asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Speak now, or face the consequences.”I narrowed my eyes, staring at the rogue wolf, glaring back with equal intensity. “What will you do if I refuse to answer?” I challenged, my voice steady and defiant.The rogue seems to be hesitant to respond, his gaze shifting as he considers his next move. “If you don’t cooperate, we’ll have to find out the hard way,” he finally replied, a dangerous glint in his eyes.A smirk played on my lips as I realized he was underestimating my abilities. “Bring it on,” I taunted, ready for whatever came next. “If you are forgetting, then let me remind you: I am the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, and no one has ever bested me in a fight.”My words seem to strike a nerve, as the rogue’s expression darkened with a mix of anger and uncertainty. “Still, you are captive here, and you will never escape,” he taunted, his voice drippin
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
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