All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Henry***The pack’s respect felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite this victory, I wasn't fully ready to bear the weight of command. There was still something unsettled in me, a hollow ache, an emptiness where confidence should be. Xavier’s disappearance loomed like an ever-present shadow, darkening every victory.“Diego,” I said, my voice firm but laced with urgency. “I have to find him. The pack can follow me, but I can't lead them without Xavier. He's still out there... lost, caged, somewhere.”Diego's eyes softened with concern, and his brow furrowed. “You’ve just fought for your place, Henry. You need rest. The pack—"“The pack will survive,” I interrupted, shaking my head. “But I can’t. Not without him. I have to find him.”"I know how it feels when one's mate is in danger." Diego sighed heavily, but there was no hesitation in his voice when he spoke again. "I’ll help you. You’re not alone in this."His words hit me harder than I exp

Henry****The doppelganger leaned closer, and I could feel its cold breath like a gust of winter, creeping across my skin. "Do you have the strength to face the abyss?" it sneered, as if daring me to prove myself.The walls around me seemed to shift, the grotesque carvings twisting and changing, almost alive. It was as though the very space was reacting to the battle inside my mind. The whispers of the rogues filtered through, faint but insistent, grounding me in the present. This was more than a test of strength. I had to fight, not just for myself, but for Xavier, for the pack that had always stood by me, for everything that had led me to this moment.I stood there, a storm of memories raging within me. The presence of my doppelganger felt all-consuming. The eerie carvings on the walls seemed to leer, mocking my every step. But I wouldn't give in. The abyss wasn't just a place—it was a twisted reflection of everything I feared, everything I doubted about myself. It was built to brea

Xavier***The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.I feel it before I see it—the chill that presses into my skin, the icy fingers that crawl across my chest. It’s not just the cold; it’s the menace, the raw malice that’s clinging to the air. I look at Henry beside me, his skin pale, but his determination sharper than I’ve ever seen it. His hand grips mine tightly, and for a moment, I think maybe I can hold him together if the darkness tries to tear him apart. But the air presses in, thick, suffocating, and I can feel

Xavier***Henry's body went limp in my arms as I held him tight, feeling the weight of his lifeless form pressing against me. My heart pounded as his pale face and the trickle of blood from his ears and nose seared into my memory. A tremor of panic swept through me, but I forced myself to stay steady, knowing he needed me to be strong.Diego’s voice cut through the fog clouding my mind, sharp and urgent. “He’s bleeding from his eyes and ears too. Did he use his powers?”I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. My voice came out hoarse, barely audible. “When the darkness gripped us both, Henry used all his powers to protect us. He... pushed himself too far.”Diego cursed under his breath, his fear slipping through his usually controlled demeanor. “The body can’t handle that much power.”I reached for Henry’s hand, my fingers trembling as I clasped his. His skin was cold, sending a shiver of dread through me. I squeezed his hand, willing him to feel my presence, to hold on.“We need to

Xavier***The air was heavy as we left the healer’s den, a tangible reminder of what we’d just faced. Diego walked beside me, his shoulders tense and his gaze fixed straight ahead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting long, silvery shadows across the courtyard."Do you think Henry will be safe?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Diego hesitated before responding. "I’ve used my powers to seal a protective barrier around him. That might suppress the darkness that was trying to consume him.""But for how long..." I trailed off, my heart weighed down by uncertainty. Diego’s expression was grim as he replied, "We can only hope it will be enough to keep him safe until we find a more permanent solution."“We need answers, Xavier,” Diego said, breaking the silence. “If that entity can control Henry, it could control anyone. We’re fighting blind, and we can’t afford that.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. “We start with the prophecy. There has to be more to it—something we missed.”