My Stepbrother, My Mate
“Ah, the mate. Such a delicate thing, isn’t he? You feel every ounce of his pain, don’t you, Xavier?”
Diego struck again, his claws glinting in the moonlight as they slashed across Xavier’s chest. Xavier roared, the sound a mix of pain and fury, but it wasn’t enough. Diego was relentless, his attacks calculated, his intent clear.
And then, with a single, swift movement, Diego turned, grabbing me by the wrist and yanking me forward. His grip was iron, unyielding, and before I could process what was happening, his other hand swung upward, claws slicing through Xavier’s shoulder, sending him to his knees.
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