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My Stepbrother, My Mate   Authorâs Note
To all my incredible readers on GoodNovelâThank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. đ¤ âMy Stepbrother, My Mateâ wasnât just a storyâit was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. đđI know⌠there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closureâsome mightâve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose⌠for the future. đđŽBut in the end, this story was written from the heart, and your supportâevery read, every comment, every tear and smileâmade it truly special. đŹđThis may be âThe Endâ for now⌠But if the stars align đ and enough of you wish for it, Maybeâjust maybeâweâll return to this world again. (And a certain forgotten side character might just get her spotlight...đđĽ)If you enjoyed this journey, please consider leaving a review, sharing your thoughts, or following me for future adventures. Your support means everything, and
My Stepbrother, My Mate   Epilogue: A Soul Reunited
Xavier***Years have passed since the war ended, since the sky darkened with the loss of himâthe 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 itâs 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
My Stepbrother, My Mate   169 Ashes and War
Xavier***I riseâslow, tremblingâlike 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 groansâa 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 Iâm still breathing.And Cael is still here.He staggers, clutching at the gaping void where Henryâs light gutted himâan 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 throatâLike even the world doesnât dare move, waiting to see if we survive this.I can barely feel my body anymore. Fionaâs magic is fading, its light flickering around me like dying embers. My lungs burn. My soul screams. And HenryâGod, Henryâhe 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 thatâs taken over him.Him.Just⌠him.âI remember the first time we met, just as children,â he says.Itâs quiet. So quiet I almost think I imagined it.But I didnât.Because that voiceâthat voice is Henry.Not the weapon.Not the monster.Not Caelâs puppet.Just my Henry.âI remember thinkingâŚâ he breathes out, voice shaking, âif we could just stay like this. Just the two of us.âI canât speak. I canât move.All I can do is look at him and let the tears fall.Because I know whatâs 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 glowâ 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 peacefulâ paralyzing.The corrupted power surges through Henryâs veins, overwhelming him. His body trembles, struggling under the Bladeâs 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 flickeringâ caught somewhere between man and beast.Golden fur darkens, sliding into shadow. His eyesâonce soft, warm blueâ 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 innocentâcharred, unrecognizableâwere 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 allâhe stood.Henry.But not the Henry I knew.He shifted into his wolf formâa 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 toweredâregal, magnificent, but grotesquely wrong, like a statue of a hero twisted by pain.Power clung to himânot his own, but an ancient poison, corrupted and stolen from the Blade. It pulsed through him like a second heartbeatâmerciless and cold.His eyes were wrong.No longer
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