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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 148 The Prince's Curse
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 147 Before the Storm Breaks
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 146 A new vessel
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 145 When Darkness Calls
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 144 Just for him
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 143 Or die trying
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 141 Caught by Darkness
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 141 Caught in Darkness again.
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 140 Outrun destiny
Henry***The warmth of Xavier's touch lingered on my skin long after the fire's embers had turned to ash. The memory of his fingers felt like an anchor, but beneath it stirred a restlessness—a dread that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. I shouldn't have felt this unease, not after the safety we'd carved from the chaos. And yet, the night whispered with something more, something waiting beyond the glow of the dying embers. It wasn't just a memory—it was a sensation etched into my bones, a tender ache of comfort and longing that warred with the fear stirring beneath my skin.An itch. A tremor.I stood near the window, the cool night air brushing against my overheated skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and the sharp tang of distant rain. The stars above seemed distant, their light muted. A shadow flickered across the courtyard below, too quick to be human. My instincts sharpened.A whisper rode the breeze, soft and enticing, like the brush of silk against bare skin, carrying
