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5 It’s you
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2024-09-02 22:44:05****Xavier*****
“Mate,” my wolf growls, recognizing the scent before I do. But my world shook as a similar face came into view—the one I thought I would never see again. My heart raced with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to react after all this time apart. “Henry...” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. The memories flooded back, both painful and beautiful, as I struggled to process the sudden connection that had reignited between us. Henry’s eyes held a mixture of regret and longing, mirroring my own conflicted feelings. Henry is my mate. How can this be possible? I thought to myself in disbelief. The bond we once shared seemed unbreakable, yet here he was, standing before me. As our eyes locked, I could sense that he, too, was grappling with the same overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume us both. But before I could say anything, Henry ran away from me, leaving me with an overwhelming thought of our new connection and the unanswered questions that lingered in the air between us. “Alpha…you okay…,” One of the packmates called out, breaking the tense silence that had settled in the air. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me as I struggled to make sense of this unexpected reunion. “Everything is fine,” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I am going to my office in the pack house; bring the omega wolf Henry for me; I want to speak with him privately.” With that, I turned and walked away, my mind racing with thoughts of what this new connection could mean for the pack. I brushed my hair out of my face, wanting to appear composed and in control, even though my heart was pounding with uncertainty. After five years of being apart, I never expected to have such a bond with my brother. I closed the door behind me, taking a deep breath to steady myself before facing Henry. This unexpected connection brought a mix of emotions that I needed to sort through before our private conversation. But thumping in my heart and a tingling sensation in my fingertips reminded me that this newfound bond was worth exploring, no matter the outcome. No matter what, my wolf wants to put a claim on him. But the human side of me makes me think twice before acting on impulse. He is my brother, and I can’t have conflicting feelings about him. Stepbrother, my mind is quick to remind me that He is not blood. I clenched my fist, wanting the tingling sensation in my fingertips to go away, but it only intensified as I struggled to make sense of my emotions. I punched the wall in frustration, feeling torn between my wolf’s desires and my human conscience. But the sensation of pain in my hand brought me back to reality; it wasn’t enough to distract me from the inner conflict raging within me. I kicked the table in frustration, the sound of it crashing to the ground echoing through the room. My heart raced as I tried to push away the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside me, knowing that this internal battle was far from over. A knock and familiar scent linger in the air, reminding me of his presence. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of conflicting thoughts in my mind. The scent of him only added to the turmoil, making it even harder to resist the primal urges tugging at me. “Come in…” My voice came louder than I intended, betraying my inner turmoil. As the door creaked open, the smell that could make me lose my train of thought enveloped me, and I knew that this conversation would not be easy. “I…I…” Henry stammered, his eyes avoiding mine as he struggled to find the right words. I turn my head, staring at him, feeling the tension between us thickening with each passing moment. My eyes were scanning him from head to toe, seeing him all grown up and an adult now. “What are you wearing?” I blurted out, trying to break the awkward silence. His shirt seemed worn out and torn in places; his jeans were faded and frayed at the hems. Henry looked down at himself, a sheepish expression crossing his face before he finally spoke. “I didn’t think it mattered,” he mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with my scrutiny. “Why are you wearing all that old stuff?” I asked, genuinely curious about his choice of clothing. Henry shrugged, avoiding eye contact as he mumbled. “That’s the only clothes I have right now.” His words made my mind race with questions. “What?” I walked over to him, my height towering over his slouched form. “Why don’t you have any other clothes?” I asked because, as far as I know, I always send him money and resources to take care of himself. Henry shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before he finally whispered, “Why do you care?” I could see the vulnerability in his eyes, and it struck a chord within me. “Because you are family,” I replied softly, realizing that there was more to his situation than met the eye. “You are just my alpha, and I am the omega.” Henry’s voice cracked as he spoke, revealing a depth of emotion that I had never seen before. It was clear that there were underlying issues that needed to be addressed, and I was determined to dig into the issue. I walked around to round the room before sitting on a chair while he stood in front of me, his hands clenched at his sides. “What day is it?” I asked, trying to break the tension in the room. Henry hesitated before answering, “June 15, why?” I put my hand on my chin, my wolf howling inside me, being so close to him. “You turn 18 today?” I said softly, realizing the significance of the date. Henry’s eyes widened in surprise. “I completely forgot,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. I smiled softly, feeling a rush of affection towards him. “Well, happy birthday,” I said sincerely, hoping to ease the tension between us. I grabbed his hand, pulling him close to me and making him stand in between my legs. “Do you know 18th birthday you are supposed to find your mate?” I whispered, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest. Henry’s eyes met mine, a mix of curiosity and anticipation shining through as he nodded slowly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Did you find your mate yet?” I asked playfully, hoping to lighten the mood even more. Henry’s eyes widened, staring at me as he shook his head slowly, a hint of vulnerability in his expression. “I don’t know,” he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper. I chuckled at his innocence and reached out to squeeze his hand and pulled him even closer to me, with our faces mere inches apart. “Guess what? I found mine,” I whispered, my heart racing with excitement. “And it’s been right in front of me this whole time.” Henry’s eyes searched mine, a mixture of shock and realization dawning on his face as he leaned in closer—a mere move and our lips would have touched. It felt like a sin to even think about kissing him, but the pull was undeniable. Henry’s breath hitched as his eyes flickered down to my lips, a silent question hanging in the air between us. “Do you want to know who is my mate?” I asked, barely able to contain my own anticipation. Henry’s eyes widen in disbelief as he shakes his head, unable to comprehend the revelation. I smiled and closed the distance between us, knowing that our connection was deeper than we ever imagined. “It’s you,” I whispered, sealing our lips in a kiss that felt like coming home.
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My Stepbrother, My Mate Author’s Note
To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel—Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮But in the end, this story was written from the heart, and your support—every read, every comment, every tear and smile—made it truly special. 💬💞This may be “The End” for now… But if the stars align 🌠 and enough of you wish for it, Maybe—just maybe—we’ll return to this world again. (And a certain forgotten side character might just get her spotlight...👀💥)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 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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 169 Ashes and War
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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 168 End of a Prince
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
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 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
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 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
My Stepbrother, My Mate 165 The Blade Unleashed
Henry****I was the Blade now.But in the final heartbeat before I vanished… I remembered Xavier’s laugh, like sunlight in winter. The warmth of his hand as it slipped into mine. The way he once whispered, "Promise me you’ll always come back," his breath trembling against my ear.Then it was gone—ripped away, drowned beneath the bloodlust and fire, as the killer I had become opened his eyes for the first time.Power. Endless, unyielding, pure.The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did.When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury.I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate.And I wanted blood.The sky shattered above me. Shadows fled before the storm I had become.Bound wolves leapt.I to
My Stepbrother, My Mate 164 The Price of Power
Henry***The battlefield had fallen silent—not from peace, but from anticipation. The air hung heavy with ash and tension, as though the world itself held its breath. All eyes had turned to Cael. All ears strained to hear what none of us wanted to believe.“To awaken the blade,” he said again, his voice quiet and unshaking, “a life must be given.”A sacrifice.The weight of those words echoed louder than any scream, more final than any death.“No,” Xavier whispered beside me, his grip on my wrist tightening. “No, we’ll find another way.”Cael didn’t answer him. He looked only at me.Because he knew.Because I knew.I stepped forward slowly, as if wading through grief itself. My heart thundered with dread, but somewhere deep inside, I already understood. From the moment the Veil tore. From the moment Dean became something else. From the first howl of the Firstborn. This was never going to end with a battle. It would end with a choice.My choice.Xavier stepped in front of me, his eyes
My Stepbrother, My Mate 163 The Blade That Demands Blood
Henry***The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.Ash rained from the heavens as screams tore through the night—raw, primal, unrelenting. The ground cracked with each tremor of advancing doom, and the air itself seemed to shriek with terror. Human and wolf alike fell, their bodies twisted in agony as cities crumbled into infernos. Roads split open, swallowing vehicles and warriors whole. The Veil had been ripped open, a gaping, bleeding scar across reality, and through its ancient wound, the Firstborn surged like a plague of nightmares—fangs bared, eyes soulless, their very presence unraveling the laws of nature. They were not just killi
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