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82 A Painful Legacy
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My Stepbrother, My Mate 83 Broken Bond
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
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***Henry***The first thing I felt was the pain—sharp, blinding. It hit me like a freight train, tearing through my side and pushing every breath from my lungs. My vision swam, everything hazy and distant. I tried to move, to force my body into action, but it was as if my limbs had been replaced with lead.I blinked, struggling to focus, but the world spun around me, and the smell of blood, mine and Henry’s, burned my nostrils. My hands were trembling, slick with crimson as I pushed myself up, my body protesting with every inch of movement.But I wasn’t finished.Henry. I needed to make sure he was okay.The sound of footsteps brought me to my senses. Diego. The bastard wasn’t dead yet, but I didn’t have time for him. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but Henry. The bond that had once pulsed so brightly between us was faint, flickering like a dying ember.I reached out with my senses, searching for him. Henry... My voice echoed in his mind, weak but desperate. Please, be okay. Please.
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Xavier***The forest seemed to hold its breath. Diego’s figure loomed closer, his cruel smirk a jagged slash in the dim moonlight. My muscles burned, every nerve in my body screaming for rest, but I refused to give in. Henry was still with me, his shallow breaths a fragile thread tying him to this world. I wouldn’t let that thread snap—not now, not ever.Diego’s voice sliced through the stillness. “How poetic. Two broken wolves clinging to each other, as if that’ll save you.”I wanted to lash out, to tear that grin off his face, but my body betrayed me, faltering as I adjusted Henry in my arms. His power had flared so fiercely moments ago, and now he was barely conscious. Whatever had sparked that surge—it was the only chance we had left.“Henry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You need to wake up. Please.”His eyelids fluttered, and for a heart-stopping moment, I thought I’d lost him. But then, his gaze found mine. It was faint, but the fire was still there, simmering beneath his
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Henry****The clearing seemed to shrink around us, the towering trees closing in as if the forest itself held its breath. My legs trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the overwhelming weight of what had just happened. The power I unleashed moments ago—raw, ancient, and wild—had surged through me like a tidal wave, and now it was gone, leaving me hollow and unsteady. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, Xavier’s hand gripping mine tightly, grounding me.But then Diego’s voice, low and resonant, shattered the fragile silence. “You are my son.”The words struck me like a physical blow. My heart faltered, a single beat missed before it resumed in an erratic rhythm. I stared at him, unable to move, unable to speak. His dark eyes bore into mine, filled with something I didn’t expect to see—pain. Genuine, raw pain.Xavier’s growl cut through the fog in my mind, his body stiffening beside me. “Don’t listen to him, Henry! He’s lying!”Diego took a step forward, and Xavier
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Henry****The tension in the clearing was suffocating. Xavier stood in front of me like a shield, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. Diego’s words echoed in my mind, relentless and cutting: You are my son. The world seemed to tilt beneath me, a haze of confusion swirling around my thoughts.I couldn’t make sense of it. I didn’t know how much more I could take.“Henry.” Xavier’s voice was low, almost pleading, as he turned to face me. His eyes, filled with worry and anger, searched mine. “You’re not listening to him. You can’t listen to him. He’s trying to twist your mind.”I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. How could I explain the strange warmth I’d felt when Diego touched me? It didn’t make sense, and yet... it felt undeniable.“Say something,” Xavier urged, his voice breaking. He reached for me, his hands cupping my face, his touch gentle against the storm inside me. “Tell me you don’t believe him. Please.”I stared into his eyes, my throat tightening.
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Henry***The moon hung like a watchful eye above the clearing, casting silver light on the three figures frozen in a tense standoff. The air was thick with unspoken tension, a battle that raged not only between the men before me but within my very soul. Xavier, my mate, stood with his chest heaving, eyes dark with worry and determination. On the other side, Diego’s presence was heavy, like a shadow that clung to my skin, forcing its way into my thoughts.“You don’t have to do this, Henry,” Xavier’s voice was low, filled with quiet desperation as he reached for me, his hand hovering just inches from my shoulder. "Please, don’t listen to him. He’s using you."I felt his fingers tremble in the air between us, as if he feared I would slip through his grasp. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him. But Diego’s words, cold and alluring, lingered in my mind—his claim of being my father, a twisted knot in my chest. You are my son. You belong with me. The weight of it was impossible to
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2024-12-14My Stepbrother, My Mate 89 The Weight of Choice
Henry****The darkness around us seemed to close in as the power inside me pulsed, still alive and burning beneath my skin. I couldn’t escape it. It was a part of me now, a constant reminder that the life I had known—my identity, my safety, everything—was slipping from my grasp. But even as I felt its grip tightening, there was something else in the air. A presence, a force that had never been there before, and I wasn’t sure whether it was something to fear or trust.Xavier held me close, his hands steady against the shaking of my body. His breath came in soft, hurried gasps, and I could feel his heart beating beneath the heat of my skin, an anchor amidst the storm. But my mind was a maze of conflicting thoughts, and the echo of Diego’s words still reverberated in my ears."You belong with me."Diego's voice, once so commanding, now seemed distant, fading into the background as I struggled to find my footing. His promises of power and truth clung to me like a second skin, but they wer
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Henry****The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it lingered something darker—a metallic tang of danger that made my teeth clench. Xavier’s hand hovered where mine had been, trembling before it fell to his side. His eyes were wide, searching mine with an intensity that bordered on desperation, but I couldn’t ignore the pull of Diego’s presence—the lure of answers I hadn’t even known I was searching for.Diego watched us, his gaze unwavering and unreadable. There was no triumph in his eyes, no satisfaction—just a quiet intensity that unsettled me more than any expression of malice ever could. “I understand your hesitation, Henry,” he said, his voice soft but insistent. “This isn’t a choice to take lightly. But I can show you the truth. I can show you what they’ve kept hidden from you.”“What truth?” I demanded, my voice sharp and biting. “What are you talking about?”Diego took a step closer, his presence magnetic, like a force pulling me in. “The night yo
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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
