Semua Bab My Stepbrother, My Mate: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Xavier***The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows across the wooden walls, the air thick with unspoken tension. Dust hung heavy, stirred only by the occasional shift as I turned another brittle page. The weight of our task pressed down like a storm cloud ready to break.My fingers traced the ancient ink, my mind racing with the implications of what I had read. But no matter how many times I reread it, the answer remained the same: to save Henry, I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The truth of my family’s dark history loomed large, and I knew that to protect Henry, I had to make a choice that could change everything.“We need to be sure,” Diego murmured, breaking the silence. His deep voice held a rare edge of hesitation, a side of him I seldom saw. “There has to be another way. We can’t rush into this without exhausting every possibility.”I exhaled sharply, frustration tightening my jaw. “I don’t have time, Diego. Henry doesn’t have time. The darkness is consuming

The silence in Henry’s room was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to press down on his chest with every labored breath. His surroundings were shrouded in darkness, yet the air felt thick, as if the shadows themselves were alive, watching him. Henry was awake, but the world around him was a hazy, half-formed nightmare, its grip on him unyielding. His fingers, sticky with the remnants of blood, curled and uncurled in confusion. Was it his own blood? Or someone else’s?A whisper slithered through the darkness, curling around his senses like icy fingers grazing his skin. A shiver raced down his spine, though the room itself was uncomfortably warm. His breath hitched, the faint taste of iron—a coppery tang that could only be blood—clinging to the back of his throat. Was it his? Or someone else’s?"You feel it, don’t you?” Lyra’s voice hissed through the shadows, the words curling around him like a cold wind. “The hunger, the thirst gnawing at your very soul? You’re alread

The forest was eerily silent, the usual symphony of night creatures absent as if they, too, feared what lurked in the shadows. Moonlight spilled through the branches, casting ghostly shapes on the ground as Xavier, Diego, and Fiona stood in tense formation. A damp chill clung to the air, thick with the scent of earth and distant rain. Henry rested against Xavier’s chest, his breathing shallow but steady, his face pale in the dim glow.The battle for his soul had been fought—but the war was far from over.Fiona’s golden eyes flickered toward the horizon, unreadable. "We don’t have much time before Lyra strikes again."Diego exhaled sharply, his fists clenching at the mere mention of her name. She had already taken too much from them—now, she sought his son. "Then tell me, what’s our next move?"Fiona’s gaze turned to Henry. The silver strands of his hair caught the moonlight, his fragile state a reminder of the darkness that had nearly claimed him. "We need to get him to safety. The co

Xavier***The nights blurred together in quiet recovery, in whispered conversations I was never meant to hear, in the lingering weight of what could have been. The Darkmoon Pack spoke of the battle, of Henry’s return, of how close they had come to losing him. But beyond the murmurs, beyond the glances filled with unspoken grief, there was only Henry and me.He kept to his room, resting, though I knew the exhaustion he carried had little to do with his body. It was the kind that seeped into the bones, that weighed on the soul. He had always fought alone, always borne his burdens in silence. But now, I was here. And that was something he didn’t quite know how to handle.I checked on him every night. At first, it was practical—making sure he ate, ensuring he didn’t overexert himself. But as the nights passed, my visits became something else. They stretched longer, our silences more weighted, the air between us thick with things left unsaid.Like tonight.The fire cast flickering shadows

Henry****The fire's embers cast restless, jagged shadows across the walls, carrying the scent of smoke and the faint warmth of the crackling heat as it seeped into the room. The soft crackle blended with our unsteady breaths, the tension that had simmered between us for so long no longer restrained. It was raw, electric—a storm finally unleashed after years of suppression.Xavier's eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto mine with a cold, predatory intensity that pierced straight through me from across the room. Their emerald depths gleamed with a cold, predatory intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The air thickened, the weight of his gaze pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. His pupils were wide, his expression fierce. I couldn't move, couldn't look away. The fire's crackling faded beneath the roaring pulse in my ears.He took a step forward. The wooden floor groaned beneath his weight. Another step. My heart slammed against my ribs with every measured, deli