All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

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

Henry***The weight of Cody’s words still lingered in the air as I stepped into Diego's office. The walls were lined with bookshelves, the faint scent of leather and ink filling the room, but none of that mattered. My mind raced, flooded with everything I had just learned about Cody, about the past, and about what awaited me in this room.The shadows in Diego’s office seemed to stretch longer, the bookshelves towering above me like silent witnesses to the conversation. The air felt thick, as though every word we spoke added another weight to the room, pressing down on me.Diego sat behind his desk, hands clasped in front of him, his gaze sharp. His presence filled the room, heavier today than I had ever felt before. He didn’t speak at first, his eyes following me with a quiet intensity, as if weighing my every move. My pulse quickened. I had so many questions, but no words seemed right.Finally, I broke the silence, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you really think you are my fath

Henry****The revelations from the journal had struck me like daggers, each word a fresh wound, unraveling everything I thought I knew. My life, a tangled mess of betrayals and lies, suddenly seemed like nothing more than a cruel joke played by the people I had trusted most. And now, Diego—the man who had tormented me, hurt me, controlled me—claimed to be my father? The weight of it all threatened to crush me. How was I supposed to process this?I stormed out of the room, clutching the journal to my chest, as if holding onto it might stop my world from collapsing. The cold night air hit me with a sharp sting, biting at my skin, the silence around me unnerving. The faint rustle of leaves felt like whispers, secrets carried on the wind, but the sound only added to the suffocating darkness. Every step I took, my boots crunching against the forest floor, felt heavier than the last. The ground beneath me seemed to grab at my feet, unwilling to let go, like it was trying to pull me back to

Henry***Diego's gaze softened as he stepped forward, his presence both commanding and strangely comforting. The years between us seemed to lessen in that moment, as if the distance, the tension, and the pain of the past were finally starting to unravel. His eyes held a complex mixture of pride, regret, and something deeper—an unspoken understanding of the weight of the role he had played in my life, both as my father and the Rogue King."I’ll teach you, Henry," Diego said, his voice low but steady, his words carrying the weight of years of experience. "But you must understand—this power you’re trying to claim, it’s not just about strength. It’s about control. It’s about responsibility. You’re not just fighting for yourself anymore. You’re fighting for the Rogues. For the pack. For the future of our people."I stared at him, feeling the confusion swirl inside me. The man standing before me, the king of the Rogues, felt like a stranger in so many ways. He was the figure I had once long