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My Stepbrother, My Mate 87 Who Am I?
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.
Last Updated : 2024-12-13My Stepbrother, My Mate 88 The Weight of Power
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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-15My Stepbrother, My Mate 90 A Bitter Goodbye
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
Last Updated : 2024-12-16My Stepbrother, My Mate 91 You… you are Black Wolf
Henry***The forest blurred around us, shadows twisting like living things under the silver glow of the moon. Diego’s powerful muscles rippled beneath me as he surged forward, his claws tearing into the earth with relentless speed. The air was heavy with the sound of pursuit—branches snapping, guttural growls, and the rhythmic pounding of paws against the ground. Whatever was chasing us, it was fast. Too fast.“Faster, Diego!” I urged, clutching tightly to his fur, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My mind raced as I tried to process everything: the betrayal, the truth I was seeking, and now this—a deadly chase through the heart of the wilderness.A flash of movement to our right caught my eye. I twisted to see a dark shadow weaving through the trees, its eyes glowing like twin embers in the night. Another howl pierced the air, closer this time, and Diego veered sharply left, narrowly avoiding a massive shape that lunged out of the underbrush.“Hold on!” Diego’s voice growled in my mi
Last Updated : 2024-12-17My Stepbrother, My Mate 92 Lost Prince
Henry***The forest felt unnervingly still, the heavy silence pressing against my ears as I stared at the man before me. His piercing eyes glowed faintly in the dim moonlight, their intensity cutting through the darkness like a blade.Cody. The word slipped from my lips, barely more than a whisper, yet it carried the full weight of my disbelief. "You are the Black Wolf…"His smile stretched wide, a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Surprise, surprise," he said smoothly, his voice deep and laced with mischief. "I've always had a few tricks up my sleeve."The revelation struck me like a thunderclap. Cody, the tormentor of my youth, the one who had mocked and bullied me endlessly, was the same figure who had appeared in our darkest moments, driving back rogues and saving lives. How could he be both?The memories surged—his cruel taunts, the shame he’d heaped on me in front of others. But then, his unexpected acts of protection. Like the time he had stepped between me and that r
Last Updated : 2024-12-18My Stepbrother, My Mate 93 Crown of Uncertainty
Henry***The moonlight bathed the forest in a silver glow. I shifted. My body felt strange—disjointed, like I was becoming something else, something I didn’t understand. It wasn’t just a physical change; it was as if the very core of me was being torn apart and remade into something more powerful, something ancient. My muscles stretched and rippled beneath my skin, bones cracking as they shifted, pulling me into my true form. The world around me sharpened, the air growing crisp with a clarity I’d never known before. The wolf inside me roared to life, hungry, eager, demanding that I embrace what I was meant to be.But amidst the change, something gnawed at me—an anxiety that dug deep, like claws in my chest. This wasn’t just transformation; it was the beginning of something I hadn’t asked for. Something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. I was becoming the prince of Rogues, a title that suffocated me.Diego’s grip tightened on my paw, pulling me through the underbrush, steadying me as
Last Updated : 2024-12-19My Stepbrother, My Mate 94 The Rogue Kingdom
Henry***The air within the Rogues’ sanctuary carried an oppressive weight. The cheers had died down, replaced by murmurs of curiosity and expectation. The pack’s eyes lingered on me as Diego guided me toward the towering stone structure at the center of their territory. My steps felt heavier with every inch closer, like the earth itself was testing my resolve.Diego’s hand never left my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "This is your home now," he said quietly, his voice steady. "The seat of your power."The structure loomed ahead, its jagged edges and ancient carvings whispering of a history I didn’t yet understand. Vines crept along its surface, as though the forest itself had claimed this place, yet it stood unyielding, a testament to the strength of the Rogues. The entrance was wide and dark, like a maw waiting to swallow me whole."It’s... massive," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the crunch of leaves beneath our feet.Diego chuckled softly. "It’s not just a fortr
Last Updated : 2024-12-20
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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
