บททั้งหมดของ My Stepbrother, My Mate: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Henry***I stood before the mirror, the faint glow of candlelight flickering over my reflection. The boy I once was—scared, skinny, and flinching at his own shadow—was long gone. In his place stood a man shaped by fire and pain, a leader forged through survival.My fingers brushed the scars on my chest, each one a stark reminder of battles fought and survived. The jagged line across my ribs from an ambush that nearly killed me. The faint mark on my shoulder from shielding another. A deep gash across my forearm where I had defended myself with nothing but my instincts and determination. These scars weren’t just wounds; they were milestones, proof that I had endured and emerged stronger.The body before me now, defined and powerful, bore little resemblance to the fragile omega I used to be. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, mental, and spiritual. A decade ago, I couldn’t imagine being here, much less leading anyone. I was the punchline to everyone’s jokes, a weak

Xavier****A sudden wave of sharp, uninvited pain exploded through my mind, forcing me to stagger backward against the cold stone wall. My breath hitched, and for a moment, the darkness in the cell felt thicker, like it was pressing in from all sides. It was as if the very air around me had turned to lead, suffocating me with its weight.A voice.His voice."Xavier..."My heart stuttered, then picked up a rhythm I hadn’t felt in far too long. Henry. But it couldn’t be—could it? The betrayal still felt fresh, the jagged memories of his abandonment cutting deep every time I allowed myself to think about him."Xavier..." It came again, faint, like a whisper carried on the wind, but still undeniable. My pulse quickened, the aching bond between us pulsing like a distant, desperate heartbeat. It was faint—flickering, gasping for air—but it was there, no matter how much I tried to sever it.I clenched my fists, the chains around my wrists digging into my skin, silver burning like fire, but i

The silence that followed Dean's departure was suffocating, broken only by the steady drip of water somewhere in the cell. My hands trembled against the chains, the weight of his words settling like stones in my chest. The rage inside me simmered, threatening to boil over, but I forced myself to stay still. To think. I couldn’t afford to break now—not with so much at stake. Dean wanted me to lose control, to give in to despair. He wanted me weak, desperate, and defeated. But that wasn’t who I was. Not yet. Not ever. I tilted my head back, letting the cool stone wall press against the back of my skull. The dull ache from where it had struck earlier pulsed, a sharp reminder of my vulnerability. I hated this—being caged, helpless, uncertain. My mind raced, searching for a way out, some glimmer of hope in the suffocating darkness. And then I thought of him. Henry. His voice, soft like the whisper of wind through the trees, cut through the haze. His laughter—warm, bright, and infecti

Henry***The cold scream shattered the silence of the forest, sending a chill down my spine. It was a cry of pure agony, a desperate plea that clawed at my very soul. Xavier. The bond between us flickered like a dying flame, but I could still feel him—broken, in pain. And I couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him suffer alone.I ran, fueled by nothing but the urgency in my chest and the pounding of my heart. My breath was ragged, and my legs burned with every stride, but nothing would stop me. Not when Xavier needed me. Not when he was out there, somewhere in a cage, calling for me in his torment.The trees blurred as I sprinted through the forest, their skeletal branches reaching out like twisted hands, trying to pull me back into the darkness. Each step felt like an eternity, the ground beneath my feet slippery with dampness, the underbrush snapping in my wake. My blood surged with the need to get to him. Fast. The darkness around me was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the darkness I

Henry***Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of countless eyes on me. Doubt clawed at the edges of my resolve, a voice in my mind whispering of failure. What if they were right? What if I wasn’t ready? But then another thought flickered in the back of my mind, uninvited but insistent. What if Dean’s not just here to fight me? What if he has something to do with Xavier’s disappearance?The thought hit me like a punch to the gut.