He was the Alpha who had only one wish—to find his mate and live happily ever after. But fate has other plans for him. What happened when Javier finally found his mate but his mate turned out to be someone he never expected? Someone whose presence he hates but whose connection to him runs deep. Someone who is not even a she but a he. His stepbrother Henry is an omega. ***** "I Henry Clane, the omega of Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Javier De La Vega, as my mate!" Henry declared, his tone defiant. A smirk played on my lips as I responded, "You think you have a choice in this matter, even if I don't want you as my mate either?" I pulled him closer, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. "Your rejection made me want to not let you go even more. You're mine, whether you like it or not." I hate him, but seeing the pain and struggle in his eyes to get freed from the mate bond only fueled my desire to keep him bound to me. The power I held over him was intoxicating, and I knew that no matter how much he resisted, he would always be mine.
View More" Señorita Lucine, pinabababa na po kayo ng inyong ama sa salas. Aalis na raw ho kayo ngayon. " Napalingon siya sa pintuan nang marinig ang tawag ng kanilang kasambahay.
" Opo, pakisabi pababa na ako, " tugon niya saka muling tumingin sa harap ng salamin. Ito ang unang pagkakataon na siya'y makapagsuot ng ganitong kagarang damit at ito rin ang unang pagkakataon na dadalo siya sa isang magarbong okasyon na kung saan mga bigatin at kilalang personalidad lamang ang imbitado.Pagkalabas ng kuwarto, taas noo siyang naglakad sa pasilyo nang masalubong si Venice—ang kaniyang kapatid na babae sa ama. Gumuhit sa mukha nito ang pagkabigla nang makitang halos parehas sila ng suot na damit subalit ang kaibahan lang ay ang kulay—lila ang kaniya, rosas naman ang kulay sa kapatid niya." Hanggang sa damit ba naman, makikigaya ka? " mahinanon subalit bakas sa tono ng boses nito na hindi gusto na ang suot niya ay magkapareho.
" Si Papá ang nagbigay saakin ng susuotin ko, " tugon niya habang pinagmamasdan ang kasuotan ni Venice. " Sa katunayan, mas maganda nga ang kulay ng iyo. Maliwanag, pero iyong kulay ng saakin, masyadong madilim. "
Sarkastiko itong ngumiti sa kaniya. " Natural na mas maganda ang suot ko kung ikukumpara sayo. Dapat lang na mas angat ang totoong anak, kaysa sa anak sa labas na kagaya mo. "
" Tama ka naman sa sinabi mo. " Ngumiti siya pablik at humakbang palapit sa kapatid. " Maganda nga ang suot mo, pero mas maganda naman ako sayo. "Umawang ang bibig nito at bago pa man magsimula ang gulo, nilagpasan na niya si Venice para tuluyang bumama ng hagdan patungong salas.
" Masyadong mataas ang tingin mo sa sarili mo, hindi porque pinayagan kang tumira dito sa mansyon, ibig sabihin ay tanggap ka na namin, " rinig niya sa likuran habang silay'y bumababa ng hagdan. " Tandaan mo, anak ka lang sa labas at wala kang karapatan mag mataas dito sa pamamahay namin. "" Hindi niyo ito bahay, Venice. " Tumigil sya saka ito nilingon. " Walang inyo sa bahay na 'to. "Nagkaroon ng katahimikan, subalit umaangat naman ang tensyon sa pagitan ng magkapatid na animo'y magkakapisikalan anumang oras.
" Aba, narito na pala ang mga anak ko, " kapwa sila napalingon sa ibaba nang marinig ang boses ng ama. Abot tainga ang ngiti nitong nakatingin kay Lucine subalit ang babaeng katabi ng kaniyag ama ay tila pinapatay na siya sa pamamagitan ng matalim na pagtitig sa kaniya.Sabay na bumaba ang dalawang magkapatid at sinalubong naman sila ng ama na may malaking ngiti at papuri lalo na kay Lucine." Kamukhang-kamukha mo ang iyong ina, " wala sa sariling sambit nito ngunit nang tumikhim ang babae sa kaniyang gilid, doon ito natauhan at agad silang niyaya sa labas upang sumakay na ng sasakyan.
" Bakit ba kailangan mo pang isama ang isang 'yan? " pabulong na tanong ni Victoria—ang kaniyang madrasta at asawa ng kaniyang ama." Dahil anak ko siya, " kaswal nitong tugon bago sila tuluyang pumasok sa magarang kotse patungo sa isang okasyon na kung saan magaganap ang ika-dalawampung anibersaryo ng Hassan Corporation na pinamumunuan ngayon ng ama. Halos kalahating oras ang naging byahe nila patungo sa lugar na paggaganapan ng selebrasyon at nang sila'y makarating, gaya ng inaasahan ay marami ng tao at mga medya sa labas na imbitado rin. Sinalubong agad sila ng kislap ng mga kamera at ng mga pagbati mula sa iba't-ibang mga tao at organisasyon. Ang kaniyang ama at madrasta ay ang nangunguna sa paglalakad sa pulang karpet patungo sa loob ng hotel kasunod si Venice na todo ngiti rin sa mga sumasalubong at bumabati sa ama, samantalang si Lucine ay dire-diretso lang sa paglalakad at walang pakialam sa mga tao sa paligid niya." Señorita Lucine, isang ngiti naman sa camera, " wika ng isa sa mga kumukuha ng litrato dahilan para mapatingin din sa kaniya ang iba. Wala siyang nagawa kung hindi ang pilitin ang sariling ngumiti at doon sunod-sunod na itinutok sa kaniya ang kamera kasabay ng hindi mabilang na kislap at tunog ng mga ito. Kita niya ang masamang tingin ng madrasta at kapatid na animo'y inagawan niya ng enatblado para mapansin ng mga tao.
Malaki, maluwang at napakaraming bigating mga tao sa loob nang sila'y makapasok. Magagara din ang mga kasuotan nito at isama na rin ang mga mamahaling alahas na nakabandera mula sa tainga, leeg, at galanggalangan ng mga kababaihan." Happy twentieth anniversary, Don Banville..." paulit-ulit ang mga naririnig ni Lucine mula sa mga tao na bumabati sa ama. Hindi siya sanay sa ingay at napakaraming tao subalit kinailangan niyang sumama dahil sa kahiligan ng ama. Madalas ang tatlo lamang ang kinakausap ng mga tao sa paligid nila, siya ay tila isang anino na nakatayo sa likuran, pinagmamasdan ang paligid at nagbabakasakaling may makitang pamilyar na mukha pero wala.
Ilang minuto bago tuluyang magsimula ang mga kaganapan at ang tagapagsalita ay tila inaaliw muna ang lahat bago tawagin ang kaniyang ama sa entablado upang magsalita."...at ngayon ay salubungin natin ng masigabong palakpakan ang ating Chief executive officer, Don Logan Banville! "Nagpalakpakan ang lahat nang tumayo at maglakad sa entablado si Logan. Lahat ay nakangiti nang magsimula itong magsalita sa mikropono. Ang buong atensyon ng lahat ay nasa kaniya, subalit natigil ang lahat nang mula sa pintuang papasok kung saan nagaganap ang selebrasyon, may isang taong taas-noong pumasok at naglakad sa gitna patungong entablado kung saan naroroon rin si Logan. Walang nagtatangkang pumigil dahil ang lahat ay natulala at hindi makapagsalita. Naging tahimik bigla ang paligid sa pagdating ng taong ito, subalit kabaliktaran naman ang nangyari kay Lucine dahil ang tibok ng puso niya ay tila naririnig na mismo ng magkabila niyang tainga. Kay tagal niyang hinintay ang araw na makita ito at hindi niya lubos akalain na maraming magbabago rito. Ang hitsura, ang pangangatawan at lalong-lalo na ang tindig nito." Nakakadismaya naman at wala akong natanggap na imbitasyon tungkol dito, " dismayadong sambit ng lalaki na siyang bumasag ng nakakabinging katahimikan sa paligid. Nilibot nito ang tingin at nang magtama ang mata nila ni Lucine, sumilay ang isang tipid na ngiti sa kaniyang labi bago ibinalik ang tingin kay Logan na napako na sa entabladong kinatatayuan nito. " Don Banville, maaari ko bang malaman kung bakit hindi ako imbitado sa selebrasyon ng sarili kong kompanya? "Doon unti-unting umingay ang paligid, hindi dahil sa sinabi nito kung hindi dahil sa taong inakala ng lahat ay matagal ng patay, ngayon ay narito sa kanilang harapan at buhay na buhay.
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Xavier***Years have passed since the war ended, since the sky darkened with the loss of him—the boy who carried the light and the warmth of the stars in his soul. The world has rebuilt itself, the pack has healed, but the gaping wound that remains in my chest has never truly closed. I am Alpha now, but not truly. Not without him. Henry. The boy who dreamed of freedom beneath a sky full of stars, the man who loved me in a way no one else ever could.I wear the title of Alpha like armor, but it’s heavy, and it feels hollow without him by my side.I still hear his name in the wind, still feel his presence in the quiet corners of my heart, where his love once burned so brightly. I see his smile in my dreams and feel the weight of his hands in mine. There are nights when I lie awake and imagine him beside me, as if he never left. But then morning comes, and the silence is deafening. The world spins on, but I walk it alone.Diego has been the rock I needed, the steady force holding the pie
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
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
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
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
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