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Stop Fighting.

Author: Luna Bella
last update publish date: 2026-05-05 17:42:50

Talia.

By the time I got back, the anger I had brought with me had settled into something colder.

What happened in Denver’s pack wasn’t just rejection, it was dismissal. The kind that strips everything down to nothing and leaves you standing there with no ground to recover on.

And I refused to sit with that.

If he wasn’t going to play his part, then the person who dragged me into this needed to answer for it.

Christopher.

The name alone tightened something in my chest as I made my way toward hi
Luna Bella

We had lots of followers yesterday. So this is me saying welcome to you all and to my old readers, thank you so much for believing in this story. Who can guess what Christopher plans to do next? Oh, and thank you all for the gifts, gems and comment. You are all amazing 🥰

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Nine Cycles.

    Denver.The drive back to the pack was quiet in a way that didn’t settle anything inside me. It wasn’t peace. It wasn’t peace. It was the kind of silence that makes you realize you’ve been holding your breath longer than you meant to. Everything I’d been pushing down was still there, pressing against the inside of my ribs like it wanted out.Selena.Her name lingered in my thoughts. I could have sworn I almost found her. She felt so close, yet so out of reach.By the time the pack gates opened and I drove through, I had already forced that weight back into place.I saw it in the guards before I even reached them. That quick straightening. That shift like they were bracing for my mood more than my presence.I kept moving until the main estate came into view, and that was when I felt it.Not tension.Arrangement.Something deliberate is waiting for me.The hall felt off before I even stepped fully in. Too arranged. Too still. Like it had been reset for something I wasn’t part of.The C

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Stop Fighting.

    Talia.By the time I got back, the anger I had brought with me had settled into something colder.What happened in Denver’s pack wasn’t just rejection, it was dismissal. The kind that strips everything down to nothing and leaves you standing there with no ground to recover on.And I refused to sit with that.If he wasn’t going to play his part, then the person who dragged me into this needed to answer for it.Christopher.The name alone tightened something in my chest as I made my way toward his quarters, my steps quicker than usual, my thoughts no longer careful or measured.Thinking hadn’t helped. Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.Nothing.I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Then stopped.Not because I didn’t understand what I was seeing, but because I hadn’t expected it to look so careless.Christopher lay stretched across the bed, completely at ease, like nothing outside that room existed, like nothing was unraveling. Like none of this mattered.A

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   What mattered to him

    Third Person POVThe drive to Jameson’s place was quiet.Not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful, but the kind that came after something had almost gone wrong.Selena sat in the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap, her fingers loosely intertwined as she stared ahead without really seeing the road.Her body was in the car, but her mind hadn’t left the basement, still caught in that moment, still with him.She could still hear his voice.“I know you’re here.”Her fingers tightened slightly.Jameson noticed.He didn’t say anything at first. He drove, his grip steady on the wheel, his expression thoughtful, like he was still trying to piece everything together without pushing her too far.When they finally pulled into the compound, Selena blinked, pulling herself back to the present.The building was clean, quiet, and well-kept, not extravagant, but comfortable in a way that felt safe.Jameson parked and stepped out first.Selena followed more slowly, her eyes moving over the su

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Closer

    Third Person POVThe basement was quieter than the rest of the hospital.The moment Denver stepped out of the stairwell, the air changed. It was cooler, still, filled with the faint smell of oil, metal, and something else that did not belong there.Something familiar.He paused for a second, letting it settle.Then he started walking.Slow.Measured.Every step was deliberate, his gaze moving across the parked car, his senses stretching beyond what his eyes could see.She had been here.Not long ago.The certainty of it sat deep in his chest, stronger than anything he had felt upstairs.Closer.Too close.---Inside the black SUV, Selena sat completely still.Her fingers were still wrapped tightly around the keys Jameson had given her, her breath shallow, controlled, as if even the sound of it might give her away.She had barely settled into the seat when she felt it again.That shift.That presence.She didn’t need to look to know.But she did anyway.She leaned slightly and looked t

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   She was here.

    Third Person POVThe hospital felt tighter as the evening settled in.It was not louder, not busier, but something about the quiet had changed.The calm no longer felt normal. It felt watchful, like the building itself was holding its breath.Selena tried to keep moving as nothing had shifted.She picked up files, adjusted trays, and wiped down clean surfaces. She moved from one task to another, not because they needed to be done, but because standing still made it worse. Standing still meant thinking. And thinking always led her back to the same truth.He was here.Not just in the building.Close.Too close.Every step she took felt like it might be the one that led her straight into him, and that thought alone made it harder to breathe.She turned into a quieter corridor, hoping for a moment to steady herself, but the moment she slowed, a voice came from behind her.“Esther.”She stopped.Slowly, she turned.Doctor Jameson stood a few steps away, watching her in a way that made her

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   No escaping him.

    Third Person POVBy evening, the hospital no longer felt like the same place.The noise of the day had faded into something softer, something slower, but the calm did not bring comfort. If anything, it made everything else more noticeable—the echo of footsteps, the distant hum of machines, the quiet conversations that carried just a little too far through the halls.Selena had tried to keep working.She had tried to move the way she always did, to finish her duties, to stay unnoticed, to pretend that nothing had changed, but the truth sat heavily inside her, refusing to be ignored.He had been there.He had felt her.And something told her he had not let it go.So when the sound of a car pulled into the compound again, something in her chest tightened before she even reached the window.She did not want to look.Something inside her had been restless all evening, like a warning she had been trying to ignore, as her body had already sensed what her mind was refusing to accept.Still,

  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Terms.

    Denver.I had followed her without being seen, moments after she left my room.Old habits. Old instincts. Something told me Christopher might want to get back at her, and I was not about to let that happen.When she first entered her room, I thought my concerns were unfounded for a moment, until I

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  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Defiance.

    Selena.By the time I reach my room, my hands are still shaking.Not from fear.From him.From the way Alpha Denver’s fingers had barely brushed my skin and yet left a burn that refuses to fade. From the restraint in his eyes, the battle he fought so openly frightened me more than Christopher’s crue

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-18
  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   Entangled.

    Denver.I woke that morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door.I groaned, unwilling to open my eyes for another hour or two, but when the door opened and my beta walked in, I knew sleep was done for.“Good morning, Alpha,” Jacob greeted as he stepped further into the room.“Good morning,

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-17
  • He called me fat....I stole his uncle   I will know.

    SelenaI saw them before they saw me.They were hidden in a dark corner off the west corridor, where the torchlight barely reached and the stone walls swallowed every sound. My stomach clenched before I even realized I’d stopped walking.Christopher has Joyce pressed against the wall, his mouth on

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-17
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