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41 Life or Death
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My 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 : 2024-10-07My Stepbrother, My Mate 44 Trust in that bond
***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
Last Updated : 2024-10-08My Stepbrother, My Mate 45 The Rogue King
***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
Last Updated : 2024-10-09My Stepbrother, My Mate 46 Walking in Danger
*****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
Last Updated : 2024-10-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 47 You are the Alpha
****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
Last Updated : 2024-10-19My Stepbrother, My Mate 48 My Slave
*****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
Last Updated : 2024-10-20My Stepbrother, My Mate 49 Do you like my gift?
*****Xavier******“Untie him and drag him along even if he resists,” Diego commanded his men, his voice dripping with malice.I slowed myself to resist, but I knew it would be futile. For now, I need to follow Diego’s orders, but I will bide my time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back and ensure the safety of my pack and Henry.I followed Diego with his rogue warriors outside the small room that I had kept captive for weeks, plotting my revenge and waiting for the right moment to turn the tables on him.I need to remember the layout of this place and plan my escape carefully.We made our way from long corridors to an open courtyard, where Diego’s warriors were training. I observed their movements closely, noting their strengths and weaknesses for when the time comes to confront them. Upon noticing Diego’s presence, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads in respect. Diego smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over his followers. Th
Last Updated : 2024-10-22
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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
