I stared at Xavier, his teeth grazing my neck, every nerve in my body screaming with an intoxicating mix of fear and desire. His words echoed in my mind, staking a claim not just on my body, but on my very soul.“You’re mine, Henry. Always.”I wanted to resist. I wanted to fight against the primal force that was Xavier, but the pull was stronger—magnetic, undeniable. My breath hitched, and I felt the hard line of his body against mine, his dominance pressing down like a weight I couldn’t escape.“Xavier…” I whispered, my voice breaking.He pulled back slightly, his molten gold eyes burning into mine, unrelenting and wild. “Don’t say no, Henry. Don’t fight this.” His voice was a low growl, laced with both anger and a desperate longing that took my breath away.My fingers clenched at his chest, trying to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He was unmoving, immovable, his strength overwhelming. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I gasp
Henry“Xavier, stop,” I managed, though my voice trembled, and the words felt hollow even as they left my lips. The pull was too strong, too overwhelming.His grip tightened on my waist, his nails sinking into my skin as if he was already marking me in his own way. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured, his voice a deep growl that vibrated through my chest. “You’ve always wanted me. You’ve always been mine, Henry. Don’t fight it. Don’t fight us.”Before I could even respond, he lifted me, his movements swift and sure, and I gasped as he pressed me against the nearest tree. The rough bark scraped against my back, but I didn’t care. Not when Xavier’s body was so close, so intoxicating.His lips found mine again, fierce and demanding, pulling me deeper into him. I couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. His kiss was possessive, like he was staking a claim on every part of me. I felt my body respond, my knees weak, my heart racing. He was taking over, slowly, completely, until there
Xavier“You’re mine, Henry,” I growled, my grip tightening as I brought Henry closer to the edge, pulling my hardness from inside his body. “Always.”His body shuddered in response, a mixture of fear and desire evident in his eyes as he gazed up at me.I could feel him trembling in my arms, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as his body remained pressed tightly against mine. Henry was struggling; I knew that much. The bond we had just sealed was still settling, shifting, wrapping around us both in ways neither of us could have anticipated. I wasn’t sure how much of it he understood, how much of it he could process. But I could feel it. I could feel it deep inside, a bond now formed, solidified. He was mine now—fully and completely.The forest around us was silent except for the frantic rhythm of our breathing. The trees whispered softly in the wind, as though they, too, were witnesses to what had just unfolded. I could still smell him—the sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin m
Xavier****The air shifted the moment the figure stepped into the clearing. A strange, bone-deep unease washed over me, sharp and insistent, prickling every nerve in my body. Snow crunched beneath my boots as I adjusted my grip on Henry, holding him closer, the bond between us flaring with protectiveness.We were in the middle of nowhere, deep in the forest blanketed by snow, hiding from the rogues who had been hunting us for days. Diego—the rogue alpha—was relentless, his wolves constantly prowling, forcing us to keep moving. This place should’ve been safe. No one should’ve been able to find us here.And yet, someone had.The voice that followed sent a chill down my spine, colder than the winter air.“Xavier,” it drawled, smooth and cruel, like a predator savoring its prey. “I see you’ve finally claimed what’s yours.”My breath hitched. That voice—I knew it too well. Dark memories resurfaced as the figure stepped forward, pulling back their hood.Cyrus.The name slammed into me like a
Henry****The silence that settled over the clearing after Cyrus disappeared was deafening. The wind howled through the trees, but even the wilderness felt still, holding its breath, waiting. I could feel the cold biting at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill that had settled deep in my chest.Xavier hadn’t moved, his back straight, his eyes still locked on the spot where Cyrus had vanished into the shadows. The tension in him was palpable, like a storm that hadn’t yet hit but was building, waiting for the right moment to break.I could feel the weight of his emotions, even if he wasn’t saying anything. His anger, his pain, and—though he would never admit it—his fear. But there was something else there too, something deeper that made my chest tighten as I stood silently beside him, waiting for him to speak.The quiet stretched on, my heart racing, my thoughts tangled. Every part of me wanted to ask him what that had been, what Cyrus had meant, but I knew better than to p
Hnery*****The clearing erupted into chaos as the crimson light faded, revealing a figure that seemed to command the very shadows around him. Diego. The rogue Alpha stood tall, his jet-black hair whipping in the icy wind, a wicked smirk etched on his rugged face. His eyes glowed with a predatory amber, and his presence felt suffocating, an aura of danger wrapped in ruthless confidence.“Well, well,” Diego drawled, his voice smooth as silk but carrying the promise of violence. “Xavier, always so predictable. And you…” His gaze shifted to me, his smirk deepening. “Henry. The bond that ties him. How quaint.”Xavier moved instinctively, placing himself between me and Diego. "How did you find us?" Diego chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, my dear Xavier, you underestimate me. I always find what is mine." With a flick of his hand, he summoned his pack to surround us, trapping us in a circle of danger. "The smell of you guys arousal is unmistakable. You were so engaged in
Henry***The air in the clearing was thick with tension, the bitter wind biting at my skin as I was dragged through the forest, each step taking me further away from Xavier’s anguished cries. My heart pounded, and with every painful breath, the reality of what was happening hit me harder. Diego’s grip was unyielding, his claws digging into my skin, drawing blood as he hauled me deeper into the shadows. I couldn’t look back—not yet. I couldn’t leave Xavier behind, not like this, but my body, my mind—they were both failing me."Henry…" Diego’s voice sliced through the air, smooth and cold. "You’re coming with me. No one gets away from me. No one."I tried to fight, tried to summon some ounce of strength, but every attempt felt futile. My body was a battlefield, torn between the need to flee, to escape, and the instinct to stay. I had never felt more helpless in my life. My bond with Xavier—so new, so raw—was both a tether and a trap. Every step I was forced to take without him, every se
Henry****Every breath felt like a betrayal as Diego dragged me further into the clearing, the night air cold and sharp against my skin. My body screamed at me to fight, to flee, to do anything but submit, but I was already pushed past my limit. The bond mark on my neck, faint but glowing with Xavier’s energy, burned hotter with every step Diego forced me to take. It was as if the bond itself was trying to keep me tethered to him, to remind me that I wasn’t alone.But that connection was under siege, fraying at the edges under the oppressive weight of Diego’s presence.“You’ve got fire in you, Henry,” Diego said, his voice a mockery of admiration. “It’s almost admirable. Almost.”He shoved me forward, and I stumbled to my knees, gasping as the impact jarred every nerve in my body. I barely had time to lift my head before Diego was crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine. His amber eyes gleamed with malice.“But fire can be extinguished,” he murmured, reaching out to trace a
Xavier***Henry and I exchanged a look, the depths of our bond shimmering between us like an unbroken thread of fate. The warmth of our previous intimacy still clung to our skin, but the cold hand of reality gripped us, relentless and unyielding. There was no time to savor the sanctuary we had found in each other’s arms; the world beyond these walls was unraveling, and it demanded our strength.Diego's face was carved from stone, his fists trembling with barely restrained fury as he glared at the TV screen. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. The footage was a nightmare—humans scrambling in terror, their screams slicing through the night like knives. Shadowy figures stalked them through the trees, ruthless and relentless. Blood painted the earth, bodies crumpling beneath the onslaught of Dean’s wolves. Diego’s breath came harsh and ragged, his nails digging into his palms until they threatened to draw his own blood.“Damn it,” Henry snarled, his voice laced with fu
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥"You'll just have to wait and see," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. I shivered at the warmth of his breath, my body both eager and hesitant. His hand lingered on my waist, fingers curling as though testing how far he could go before I pulled away. I didn’t move. I wanted this.My hands, still wet from poking his insides, reach up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to me."What are you doing?" he asks, his voice full of shock and confusion."I'm just trying to get a better look at you," I reply coyly. Henry laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leans in for another kiss. The playful banter between us only heightens the passion between our lips.His hand trailed down my chest, leaving sparks in its wake. I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. My heart hammered, and I knew there was no turning back now—not when I wanted this so badly. As hi
Xavier***🚨 Trigger Warning: Read at your own risk—this chapter might just turn up the heat more than you expect! 🔥The night fades, and I hold him closer, determined to shield him from any harm that may come his way. Henry falls asleep in my arms, and so do I, knowing that as long as I am by his side, he will always be safe and loved. No matter what the future may hold, I will be there for him—guiding him through the darkness and into the light. Henry is my everything, and I will do whatever it takes to ensure his happiness and well-being.As morning slowly arrives, it brings with it a sense of peace and contentment. I watch Henry sleep peacefully beside me, a smile spreading across my lips as I realize how much he has come to mean to me. The bond we share fills my heart with gratitude.I gently trace his jawline with my fingers, marveling at the strength and gentleness in his features. So much has changed in the last few months—from him being my mate to becoming the Rogue Prince,
Xavier***The air was thick with tension, charged with an electricity that sparked every inch of my skin. Our bodies were impossibly close, the space between us nothing but a memory. His breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, trembling against my neck, as his hands moved over me, shaking with need. Each touch of his fingers felt like a demand, a silent plea for more.“Xavier...” His voice cracked, raw and needy, sending a shiver down my spine. His mouth hovered just above mine, lips trembling with hunger and desperation. The heat between us was unbearable, a storm of desire neither of us could escape. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against my chest, fast, frantic, matching mine in its urgency.My hands moved, yanking at his clothes with a ferocity that matched the hunger surging through me. There was no hesitation now. I didn’t wait for permission for the lingering doubts. I needed him. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to stop until he was mine. His body quivered beneath my
Xavier***Henry’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his forehead pressed to mine as if grounding himself. His body trembled against me, heat rolling off him in waves, caught in the torturous pull between restraint and the desperate hunger written in his storm-gray eyes."Xavier..." he breathed, my name a fevered plea against my lips. His fingers curled into my shirt, knuckles white as if holding onto me was the only thing keeping him from unraveling. His heat burned through the fabric, his body trembling with unspoken need, every inch of him drawn taut with longing.I cupped his face, tilting his head up, forcing his gaze to lock with mine. "You don’t get to be afraid," I murmured, my thumb pressing against his cheekbone, firm, unyielding. "You’re mine, Henry. Every breath, every shudder—you belong to me."His lips parted, uncertainty flickering in his eyes, but beneath it, the hunger pulsed stronger. For a moment, I thought he would retreat, but then—he lunged. His mouth crashed ag
Xavier****Alone in the room, away from the chaos of the world outside, I watched Henry take a deep breath and close his eyes. He seemed to seek solace in the quiet stillness, a brief moment of peace amidst the storm raging within him.A small smile on my lips looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me as well. It was as if his serenity was contagious, bringing a sense of tranquility to the room. The threat is lurking in the shadows, but for now, we found solace in each other's presence, finding comfort in the shared silence. The darkness outside seemed less daunting with Henry by my side, a flicker of hope amidst the looming uncertainty.The tension in the room hung thick, suffocating in its intensity. Henry’s storm-gray eyes, darkened with fear and uncertainty, searched mine, and my heart pounded in response. His words had rattled me, leaving a crack in the carefully built walls I’d maintained. I could feel it, the weight of the darkness he carried, a shad
Xavier***The silence after Dean’s departure was suffocating, a void swallowing the room whole. It loomed between us, heavy and oppressive, daring us to speak, to breathe, to resist its pull. Henry’s breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his shoulders trembling under the crushing weight of a truth too monstrous to ignore. The flickering candlelight carved harsh shadows across his face, each flicker a glimpse into the turmoil twisting inside him—a war waged in silence, one he wasn’t sure he had the strength to win.Fiona stepped forward, hesitant, her fingers trembling as they reached for Henry, but she stopped just short of touching him. A flicker of doubt crossed her face, her shoulders tightening as if weighed down by the unspoken fears clawing at her. Her lips parted, but no words came—just a silent plea swimming in her eyes, a mother’s love battling the terror that threatened to consume her. Diego, ever the pillar of strength, stood rigidly beside her, his jaw clenched so tightly I
Xavier****The weight of Dean’s words pressed down on me like a boulder, suffocating, unrelenting, crushing the very air from my lungs. The revelation didn’t just linger—it invaded, seeping into my bones, wrapping around my heart like an iron chain. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in, as if the universe itself recoiled from the truth, holding its breath, waiting for me to grasp the sheer gravity of what had just been spoken.Henry and I weren’t just mates. We were bound by something deeper, something that defied explanation, something that sent a cold shiver crawling down my spine.We were something beyond mortal comprehension. Something tethered to the abyss itself, lurking in the shadows of fate, waiting to consume us whole.Kin, bound by blood and destiny. A fate intertwined not just by love or the pull of the mate bond, but by something ancient, something dark—something that whispered in the marrow of my bones, waiting, watching, lurking just beyond the veil of my underst
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