Novel & Cerita A Time To Heal Book

Jeff asked, sliding his arm around my waist. “That I never thought I’d find peace again,” I said honestly. “And yet… here it is. Quiet, but real.” He leaned his chin on my shoulder. “You earned it.” “No,” I said softly. “We earned it.” Because healing wasn’t a solo journey. It was a partnership—through crisis, through shame, through truth. And I was ready to write the next chapter. With Jeff. With hope. With purpose.

The violet energy-the poison-found the Wolfsbane residue in his bone marrow and neutralized it, while the white light healed the wounds to his soul. I channeled every ounce of my energy. The healing process was torturously slow, a minute of physical agony. My body trembled with the effort. I poured my love, my guilt, and my fierce protection into the heart of his wolf, healing the damage I had unwittingly caused.

They had taken enough — my peace, my appetite, my sleep, my trust. They were not taking this quiet, unexpected, undeserved moment of feeling like a person again. I picked up my cocktail. “You were saying?” I said to Daniel, and my voice didn’t shake at all. Because healing, I was beginning to understand, didn’t always arrive as a grand revelation. Sometimes it looked like this: a window seat, a good meal, a stranger’s easy company, and the quiet, radical decision to keep your eyes facing forward.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

That was why they came after me and everything I loved. Fuck Richard. “I worked for this,” I continued. “I bled for this.” My fingers clenched slightly on the fork. “I suffered for every single step.” Grace watched me carefully but didn’t interrupt. “And after all that… the heavens decide to bless me with an incurable sickness.” I laughed again, but the sound had no humor in it. “And guess what?” “What, Boss?” She asked softly. “The only person who can heal me…” I leaned forward slightly. “…is my fucking wife.”

with a bitter smile, he softly explains while staring at the flawless hand holding him. "Time is capable to heal. Unfortunately, there's no timeframe for healing. It's still a matter of choice. Some people are still blinded by the pain and do not recognize they were already healed. They choose to reminisce and relive the misery than accept that time has mended their broken soul. That's how they cope with the wasted time they spent in hatred than forgiveness" she tenderly smiles. As he becomes thoughtful, silence rules again. "But I will continue to patiently wait for her forgiveness. Until there's remaining life in me, I will wait" he weakly whispers. Giving him some encouragement, she nods

"This is the punishment you deserve for killing my father. It’s not cruelty—it’s justice." Pushing aside the past, I focused on the present. Soon, I would be responsible for protecting three Alpha heirs, which meant my healing abilities might be needed. I skimmed through *The Therapeou* thoroughly, ensuring I had committed its most critical contents to memory. Then, I placed it carefully back on the shelf and prepared to leave for my afternoon training. As I turned, my elbow accidentally knocked a book off the shelf. I frowned, bending to retrieve it. The book was covered in a thick layer of dust, obscuring the title except for a faint glint of gold on the cover. “What kind of book is this?”

They held each other in the quiet moments, their bodies close, their souls intertwined. Kai also spent time with his children, his presence a source of comfort and guidance. He listened to their stories and offered his wisdom, drawing on the lessons he had learned from his own healing journey. He held them when they cried and celebrated with them when they rejoiced. He reminded them that healing was a journey, not a destination, and that every step forward was a victory, no matter how small.

Eventually, I could move so naturally that I didn't seem any different from other people with two functioning legs. I was drenched in sweat, but I felt a joy I hadn't felt in forever. Little by little, I was regaining what I had lost. Now that I could move about freely again, I started to rebuild my life. I refused to remain trapped in the past. I returned to university and pursued psychology, something I had always been interested in. I attended a foreign university and shared a classroom with people of different nationalities. The sunlight poured through the tall glass windows and warmed my body. That was the moment when it finally sank in—my soul had truly come back to life.

"Honey, we both know that's not possible... Besides, I don't want you to stay here. I need to focus on treatment so I can heal faster. You can't understand how much this hurts me! The fact that I can't hold my own child is killing me! That is not the person I want to be... I want to have a happy family and live well with my husband and baby! And I know I will never have that life if I can't heal and do better! I am responsible for Mateo coming into this life, so I have to be there for him, hug him when he is sad or in pain, protect him from any danger and always be there for him! But I can't do all that if I can't get better... This is really the hardest decision I have to make in my life. Y

I ended up smashing everything in the room that was visibly breakable. Scanning the chaotic mess around me, I wiped the tears off my face, then packed up the few garments I bought for myself into my suitcase. I placed Tyler's supplementary card from my bag onto my vanity table. After all that, I got onto a plane to Southhope City—the city I had always been wanting to visit. Despite Tyler's repeated promises, he had never gone there with me.