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My Stepbrother, My Mate 61 The weak one
*****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
Last Updated : 2024-11-10My Stepbrother, My Mate 62 Danger and Desire
*****Henry******A loud howl pierced the night, interrupting our conversation and signaling the presence of danger nearby. Xavier’s eyes widened in alarm, his instincts kicking in as he prepared to face whatever threat was approaching. I turned my eyes on Xavier, both senses on alert.I could see the tension in his body as he braced himself for the impending danger, his wolf's side ready to protect us both. As the howls grew closer, I knew that whatever was coming our way would test our bond and trust in each other like never before.Xavier tried to stand but pushed his shoulder, stopping him to move. “Seat, your legs are injured,” I said firmly, my own instincts urging me to protect him as well.Xavier tried to push past me. “Henry, maybe the rogue is trying to flank us; we need to be ready,” he insisted, his voice filled with determination.“I said seat,” I repeated, holding my ground as the howls echoed through the night, signaling the approach of danger. Xavier finally relented, s
Last Updated : 2024-11-12My Stepbrother, My Mate 63 The one who bretrayed
*****Henry******“Xav…,” Before words can come out of my mouth, Xavier takes his hand over my mouth and whispers, “Shh...” He shook his head, his turning black eyes locking with mine, silently warning me to stay quiet. The tension in the air was palpable as we both strained to hear any movement around us. My mind raced with questions, wondering what danger could be lurking nearby.What should I do now? Xavier is injured, so I have to be responsible for making sure we both stay safe and protected.Xavier tried to stand, but I held him back, not wanting him to strain his injured body; his legs hadn’t yet healed because of the effect of wolfbane on his body.Xavier seems angry at my decision, but I know it’s for the best. I place my hand on his shoulder to reassure him that everything will be okay. “Shhh, let me protect you this time,” I whispered softly, with my lips close to his ear. I can feel a heart hammer in my chest, with my stomach twisting in knots with a sense of danger and a t
Last Updated : 2024-11-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 64 The Plan Unfolds
**Henry**The storm outside howled, pounding against the walls like a beast trying to break free. But it was nothing compared to the storm inside me. My heart raced, drumming in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears as I stared at Xavier. His presence—unshakable, magnetic—pulled me in with a force that defied reason. With every flicker of his gaze, every subtle shift of his body, I felt that magnetic pull growing stronger, like the space between us was shrinking with each passing second. I tried to focus on the danger, on Cody and Diego outside, but it was impossible. Xavier was too close. His every movement, every breath, was like a temptation I couldn’t resist. My pulse quickened, and I couldn’t tell if it was the looming threat of the storm outside or the storm that raged between us."Xavier," I said, the words coming out lower than I intended, almost a breathless whisper. "What’s the plan here?"The sound of my voice—it was barely a murmur, soft with need. I cursed myself for i
Last Updated : 2024-11-15My Stepbrother, My Mate 65 Unpredictable Moves
****Henry****The wind howled outside, like an animal snarling at the walls, but inside, the storm was something different. It wasn’t just the rattle of the windows or the chill creeping into the room—it was Xavier. His presence was like an electric current in the air, humming with tension, too thick to ignore. My heart beat faster, but it wasn’t just the danger outside that made it race. No, it was the way Xavier stood there, so close, so impossibly close, that it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of us."Don’t focus on the storm," Xavier said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He stepped closer, his body shifting just slightly, like he was testing the distance between us, like he could feel the pull too. And I hated how much I wanted to close the gap.I forced myself to breathe and to focus. Cody and Diego were out there, getting closer with every passing moment, but all I could think about was Xavier and how every part of me responded to him. It was insane how quickly
Last Updated : 2024-11-16My Stepbrother, My Mate 66 Whispers in the Storm
*****Henry****The wind howled outside, battering the walls of the abandoned hut, but the cold couldn’t touch us—not like it should have. We were different. Stronger. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one brewing inside, a storm that threatened to tear us apart from the inside out.Xavier’s body was pressed against mine, so close I could feel the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of our clothes. The hut was small, cramped, and suffocating, but we didn’t dare move. Every shift, every breath, every sound could give us away. We had no choice but to stay still, to hold on to the silence, to hold on to each other.His hand was on my waist, gripping me as though I was the only thing keeping him grounded, as though the tension between us could break at any moment. We were too close. Too exposed. I could feel his heartbeat hammering against my back, his chest rising and falling in time with mine. It was a shared rhythm, but one that only amplified the fear creeping into
Last Updated : 2024-11-17My Stepbrother, My Mate 67 The Storm Within
****Henry**** The storm outside howled, battering the hut’s fragile walls with all the fury of a wild beast. But it was the storm brewing inside that had me on edge—a storm that was far more dangerous, one that could rip apart everything I held onto. Xavier’s body was rigid behind me, his breath shallow, his pulse erratic as we both waited—silent, still—like prey caught in a predator’s grip. Diego and Cody were still out there, their voices low and sharp, threading suspicion through the air like a blade. Their presence hung in the air, thick with the promise of discovery. It was only a matter of time. And then came a shift. A soft thud. The unmistakable sound of paws padding against the ground. A growl rumbled through the room, and a dark shape slid into the shadows, its glowing eyes filled with urgency. Xavier’s muscles tensed, every fiber of his being on alert. I could feel his anger rising, like a fire building under his skin. His control was slipping—just barely. And I knew, de
Last Updated : 2024-11-18My Stepbrother, My Mate 68 Torn Between Fangs
****Henry***The storm outside raged harder, its winds howling against the fragile walls of the hut, as if echoing the chaos inside Xavier. The tension in the room was unbearable, suffocating even. His anger rolled off him in waves, crackling like static in the air, and I could feel it deep in my bones.Xavier's wolf was clawing at him from the inside, desperate to break free, to tear through the world in a frenzy of violence and rage. I could feel it—his pulse quickening, his breath shallow as though every part of him was about to snap. The physical pain from his injuries was still there, but it was nothing compared to the battle waging in his mind, his wolf fighting for dominance, threatening to overtake everything. His wounds—if the wolf took control now—would never heal. And that knowledge, that fear, made every muscle in his body tense, every inch of his frame rigid with control."Henry…" His voice was rough, like gravel scraped against skin, but his eyes, wild and desperate, loc
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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
