*****Henry****Sweat beaded on my forehead as I prepared myself for what was to come. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable punishment. I know Diego will grab my lie and will not leave me unscathed. The fear of his anger consumed me as I awaited my fate.A warm breath brushed against my ear as Diego whispered, “You know, the conquests of lies will be harsh, but you still decided to deceive me.” Diego’s words made my heart pound even faster, knowing that I had made a grave mistake. The weight of my deception hung heavy in the air as I braced myself for the repercussions of my actions.“Leave him, Diego; you have your Warth with me, not with him.” Xavier’s voice came from the back, attempting to diffuse the tension between Diego and me. But Diego’s anger seemed to be too intense to be easily quelled, and I knew I had to face the consequences of my deceit alone.“You both, brothers...” Diego said but paused with a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. His eyes narrowed
****Henry****“Now...” Xavier shouted, making me change into my wolf.Within a second, in front of my eyes, I watched Xavier doing something no Alpha had ever done before—he shifted into his wolf form. He launched at Diego from the back, a deed no Alpha Wolf had ever attempted in the history of our pack. Because attacking someone from behind is a sign of cowardice and failure, and no Alpha Wolf had ever dared to break that code of honor. But Xavier’s bold move caught Diego off guard, giving us the split second we needed to break free and make a run for it. The sound of growls and snarls filled the air as we sprinted through the dense forest, adrenaline pumping through our veins. We could hear the pounding footsteps of the creatures chasing us getting closer and closer. But I didn’t dare to look back, just like Xavier asked me to, knowing that any hesitation could cost us our lives. Instead, I focused on pushing my legs to their limits, determined to escape the looming danger behind us
*****Henry*****“Xavier...” I called out his name, my voice trembling with worry. Xavier’s eyes fluttered open, and he weakly reached out a hand towards me, a small smile forming on his lips even through his obvious pain. “Henry…. I am glad you are fine,” he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.I squeezed his hand tightly, feeling a wave of relief wash over me at the sound of his voice. “I am fine, but you need medical attention right away,” I replied, trying to keep my own voice steady despite the fear gripping my heart. “Hang in there; I will mind linking Dean and have him bring help immediately.”“No,” Xavier weakly protested, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “Dean shouldn’t know about this. Just stay with me.”“Xavier, I can’t sit back and watch you suffer alone,” I replied firmly.“Shh…. I have you. I don’t need anyone else but you right now,” Xavier whispered, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.“Let me help you,” I insisted, gently prying his hand off mine.
*****Henry*****“I know you don’t take me as your brother or mate or anything more than a slave to your whims,” I whispered, the hurt evident in my voice.Xavier looks at me, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow, finally speaking softly, “You are not my brother Henry, but you are my mate, and I do trust you more than anyone else in this world. I just struggle to open up sometimes, but I promise to try harder for you.”“You have taken another wolf as your mate, Xavier; then why do you still want me by your side?” I questioned, feeling a mix of confusion and longing. Xavier reaches out to touch my shoulder gently, saying, “Because you are the one that I want; no one else can take your place; you are my mate. No one else can take the place you have in my heart.” Xavier said, his eyes filled with sincerity.“Don’t lie, Xavier, you have claimed another wolf as your mate in front of all wolves from all around the world. How can you expect me to believe that I still hold a special place in
*****Henry*****“Xavier...” I whispered back, feeling a rush of excitement at his touch. As his thump glided over my lower lip, making me shiver with anticipation, “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart racing with desire. “Just showing you how much I care,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of passion and tenderness. As he put his hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions overwhelming me. And I closed my eyes when I felt his lips gently brush against mine, igniting a fire within me that had been extinguished for so long.Xavier’s lips moved with a skillful tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. The touch of his lips on mine was like a spark igniting a flame, awakening a passion within me that I had long forgotten. Buried beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed by his touch.“Henry...” Xavier’s voice was muffled as he whispered my name, his warm breath sending ch
*****Henry*****“Tell me now then.” Xavier hesitated before finally speaking. “I’m not who you think I am. There are things about my past that I’ve kept hidden from you.” My heart sank as I braced myself for what he was about to reveal. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Xavier’s eyes held mine as he confessed, “I’m not who you think I am. Henry.”I raised my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he meant by that. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. Xavier took a deep breath before continuing,“Even I recently learned about what hidden secrets my family has been keeping from me. It turns out, my true identity is not what I believed it to be all these years.” My mind raced with questions as I struggled to comprehend the bombshell Xavier had just dropped on me.“What true identity are you talking about?” I asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern. “You are Xavier De La Vega, the son of Alpha Nicolas De La V
*****Henry*****I sighed and braced myself for the shocking revelation that was about to come. “Tell me, Xavier, I can’t handle the suspense any longer. It’s eating me up inside,” I urged, my voice barely above a whisper.Xavier took a deep breath, his expression grave, before finally revealing the truth that would change everything. “First, promise me you won’t hate me for what I’m about to say,” he said softly.I look at his face, my heart sinking at the seriousness of his tone. “I promise,” I replied, my voice barely audible. “Just tell me.”I watched as Xavier signed loudly and hesitated for a moment before finally confessing, “It was a month after I found out that you are mate and that you are not an ordinary wolf or omega if I am being honest.”I regretted waiting for him to continue, my mind racing with the possibilities of what he could possibly be about to reveal. “I didn’t want to believe it at first, but the signs were all there,” he admitted, his eyes filled with regret. “T
*****Henry******“You must be Omega, but you are not weak; you have something that made people exploit you.”“Tell me then, what is it that made others exploit me?” I asked, feeling my heart sink with disappointment. Xavier paused, his gaze softening as he replied, “The blood that runs through your veins has the power to rejuvenate and heal others, like a medicine for their ailments.” He took my hand in his. “But unfortunately, that same power makes you vulnerable; every time someone exploits it, they weaken you little by little until you are left drained and helpless.” I felt a mix of anger and sadness wash over me, realizing the truth behind my constant struggles.“Is that why I always feel so exhausted and drained, both physically and emotionally?” I questioned, looking for some clarity in Xavier’s words. He nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting understanding and empathy for my plight. “Yes, because without your knowledge and consent, others have been draining you of your energy and
The silence that followed Dean's departure was suffocating, broken only by the steady drip of water somewhere in the cell. My hands trembled against the chains, the weight of his words settling like stones in my chest. The rage inside me simmered, threatening to boil over, but I forced myself to stay still. To think. I couldn’t afford to break now—not with so much at stake. Dean wanted me to lose control, to give in to despair. He wanted me weak, desperate, and defeated. But that wasn’t who I was. Not yet. Not ever. I tilted my head back, letting the cool stone wall press against the back of my skull. The dull ache from where it had struck earlier pulsed, a sharp reminder of my vulnerability. I hated this—being caged, helpless, uncertain. My mind raced, searching for a way out, some glimmer of hope in the suffocating darkness. And then I thought of him. Henry. His voice, soft like the whisper of wind through the trees, cut through the haze. His laughter—warm, bright, and infecti
Xavier****The door groaned open, and the dim torchlight that spilled inside cast long, jagged shadows across the cold stone walls of my prison. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the damp air, the stench of my confinement clawing at my senses.And then he appeared.Dean.His figure filled the doorway, tall and broad, every step deliberate as he moved closer. The soft clink of his boots against the stone floor echoed through the cell, a sinister melody to accompany his arrival. He carried himself with an air of authority I’d once looked up to—now it was a mockery, a cruel reminder of how far he had fallen.“Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth but dripping with malice. “The great Alpha Xavier. How does it feel, being reduced to nothing more than a caged animal?”I didn’t flinch. My body was weak, chained, and poisoned, but my resolve... my resolve was the last thing I had left. I refused to let him see my pain.But inside, doubt gnawed at me. Had I lost it all? The pack, the t
Xavier****A sudden wave of sharp, uninvited pain exploded through my mind, forcing me to stagger backward against the cold stone wall. My breath hitched, and for a moment, the darkness in the cell felt thicker, like it was pressing in from all sides. It was as if the very air around me had turned to lead, suffocating me with its weight.A voice.His voice."Xavier..."My heart stuttered, then picked up a rhythm I hadn’t felt in far too long. Henry. But it couldn’t be—could it? The betrayal still felt fresh, the jagged memories of his abandonment cutting deep every time I allowed myself to think about him."Xavier..." It came again, faint, like a whisper carried on the wind, but still undeniable. My pulse quickened, the aching bond between us pulsing like a distant, desperate heartbeat. It was faint—flickering, gasping for air—but it was there, no matter how much I tried to sever it.I clenched my fists, the chains around my wrists digging into my skin, silver burning like fire, but i
Xavier***The silver links dug into my wrists and ankles, their icy touch searing my skin as if I were aflame. Pain had become a constant companion as an Alpha, but this… this was different. It wasn’t just the agony that gnawed at me—it was the betrayal. The suffocating weight of knowing those I trusted had sold me out.The cell mirrored my despair. Damp air clung to my skin, the scent of mildew and rot sharp in my nose. The walls seemed to press in on me, suffocating in their coldness. Every drop of water that fell somewhere in the shadows felt like a ticking clock, counting down the minutes until my mind would break. A faint sliver of light filtered through a small barred window above, casting shadows that seemed to mock me, teasing with the distant promise of freedom—freedom I couldn’t reach.I tested the chains again, knowing it was futile but unable to resist. My muscles strained against the metal, the links biting deeper. A growl escaped my throat, low and guttural, reverberatin
Henry***I stood before the mirror, the faint glow of candlelight flickering over my reflection. The boy I once was—scared, skinny, and flinching at his own shadow—was long gone. In his place stood a man shaped by fire and pain, a leader forged through survival.My fingers brushed the scars on my chest, each one a stark reminder of battles fought and survived. The jagged line across my ribs from an ambush that nearly killed me. The faint mark on my shoulder from shielding another. A deep gash across my forearm where I had defended myself with nothing but my instincts and determination. These scars weren’t just wounds; they were milestones, proof that I had endured and emerged stronger.The body before me now, defined and powerful, bore little resemblance to the fragile omega I used to be. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, mental, and spiritual. A decade ago, I couldn’t imagine being here, much less leading anyone. I was the punchline to everyone’s jokes, a weak
Henry***Diego's gaze softened as he stepped forward, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. The years between us seemed to lessen in that moment, as if the distance, the tension, and the pain of the past were finally starting to unravel. His eyes held a complex mixture of pride, regret, and something deeper—an unspoken understanding of the weight of the role he had played in my life, both as my father and the Rogue King."I’ll teach you, Henry," Diego said, his voice low but steady, his words carrying the weight of years of experience. "But you must understand—this power you’re trying to claim, it’s not just about strength. It’s about control. It’s about responsibility. You’re not just fighting for yourself anymore. You’re fighting for the Rogues. For the pack. For the future of our people."I stared at him, feeling the confusion swirl inside me. The man standing before me, the king of the Rogues, felt like a stranger in so many ways. He was the figure I had once long
Henry****The words from the journal haunted me, etching themselves into my mind with every heartbeat. Claim your power, or be consumed by it. The warning seemed so simple, yet the weight behind it was overwhelming. Could I embrace the power that had been kept from me for so long? Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father?I reached for the journal again, trembling fingers brushing the edges of its leather cover. As soon as I touched it, a rush of heat surged through me, making my whole body stiffen. It was like holding a live wire—hot, unpredictable, and far too alive for comfort. The power thrummed in my chest, twisting in a way that made my fingers ache as I gripped the book. A cold sweat broke out across my back as the heat from the journal surged again, burning through my veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. Was this the power of my birthright? It felt more like a curse, a gnawing, insistent force that seemed determined to break free.The pulsin
Henry****The revelations from the journal had struck me like daggers, each word a fresh wound, unraveling everything I thought I knew. My life, a tangled mess of betrayals and lies, suddenly seemed like nothing more than a cruel joke played by the people I had trusted most. And now, Diego—the man who had tormented me, hurt me, controlled me—claimed to be my father? The weight of it all threatened to crush me. How was I supposed to process this?I stormed out of the room, clutching the journal to my chest, as if holding onto it might stop my world from collapsing. The cold night air hit me with a sharp sting, biting at my skin, the silence around me unnerving. The faint rustle of leaves felt like whispers, secrets carried on the wind, but the sound only added to the suffocating darkness. Every step I took, my boots crunching against the forest floor, felt heavier than the last. The ground beneath me seemed to grab at my feet, unwilling to let go, like it was trying to pull me back to
Henry****The journal felt heavy in my hands, its worn leather cover cracked with age, the Dark Moon Alpha's insignia etched faintly on the surface. My heart raced as I opened it, the musty scent of time wafting from the yellowed pages. Each word I read seemed to strip away another layer of the illusion I had built around Xavier’s father—the man I thought had been a savior to me from the Rogues.The first entries were mundane, detailing pack alliances, hunting strategies, and seasonal struggles. But then, the tone shifted. The writing became more erratic, the ink smudged as if the writer's hand had trembled.“The child is extraordinary, more powerful than I ever imagined. His connection to the elements surpasses anything I've seen, but he is weak, fragile. He cannot harness it yet.”I froze, my chest tightening as I read on. The words felt like a distant echo, dragging up memories of moments I had dismissed, moments that now felt like shards of truth piercing through my denial.“The b