A Worthy Love Ae Valdez Novels & Stories

She just didn't want to share ours. All the doubts I had in the past came rushing back, and the pain overwhelmed me. The scars on my chest stretched like snakes, curling down to my abdomen. A glaring, ugly suture ran across my neck. Even now, swallowing felt like knives against my throat. The physical agony was unbearable. Combined with the betrayal of the woman I loved, it was too much to endure. There were times I thought I wouldn't make it. While I hovered between life and death in the ICU, Beverly was introducing Celeste to her new dad. The mere thought of it made me sink into the depths of despair, and I felt both ridiculous and pathetic.

The man he had underestimated was everywhere he could not reach. Nathaniel’s loss was total. And for the first time, truly, irrevocably, he understood that some battles could not be won with money, influence, or threats. Some victories were meant to belong to those who were worthy, who were loved, who were free. And Isla Hart, glowing and unstoppable, carried her life forward, leaving Nathaniel to stew in shadows that would never touch her again.

"You endured hell, and you didn't just survive—you redefined your story." Her face lingered inches from his. "I once believed power was venom. That whoever held it would eventually hurt you." "And now?" He searched her eyes. Valeria's hand drifted to his suit lapel. "Now I believe that love… real love… is the only power that saves." Kc's arms around her waist, pulling her closer, bodies now pressed against one another, flame burning between them. "Then let me remind you every day. That power, in the right hands, doesn't destroy. It keeps. It adores. It holds back."

Then she stopped. "Oh, and Marcus Vale is coming." Victoria's eyebrows rose. "Really?" Charlotte grinned. "Apparently." Sophia's expression changed slightly. It was subtle. So subtle that someone else might not have noticed but I did notice. "Who's Marcus Vale?" I asked. Charlotte looked at me. "Why?" "Because you reacted when you said his name." Victoria laughed. "He notices everything." Charlotte rolled her eyes before saying " Marcus is just someone from our circle." "That's all?"

"You used me, Austin. You got drunk on purpose. You planned everything so you could take my virginity and pass it off as hers. You took everything I was and threw it away like garbage. What right do you have to ask me who marked me?" Austin's face went pale. "Who told you that?" "Does it matter?" He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. His jaw clenched, and he looked away. "It's different," he said finally. "Valeria is a lowly omega orphan. She's suffered too much. She needed me. She was there for me when no one else was ever there." I felt my grip tighten on my bag. My wolf was growling inside me, furious, ready to tear him apart.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

“Selena… I know it hurts. God, I know. But pain doesn’t erase who you are. You are Selena Monroe and I swear to you on this day that i will help you remember. I’ll fight until the last breath in my body.” His words broke something in her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to pull him close. But Valentina’s hands tightened on her shoulders, grounding her. “And what will his fight cost you, Valerie?” Her voice turned low, intimate, almost maternal. “I saw you when I found you….bleeding, lost, barely alive. You had no name, no past, nothing. I gave you everything. Do you think his love will protect you? That love is what killed you in the first place.”

"I can't." Valerie dropped the blade. Fell to her knees. The rogues around her went still. "It's over," Amara said. "It's never over." "It is for you." Valerie looked up. Her eyes were wet. "I loved him," she whispered. "I loved him, and he never loved me back." "I know." "That's all I wanted. To be loved." Amara knelt in front of her. "I know," she said again. Then she took Valerie's face in her hands.

"I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought it meant making myself smaller so someone else could be bigger. I thought it meant accepting less than I deserved because that was all I was worth." My chest tightened painfully. "But I was wrong," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "Real love doesn't ask you to diminish yourself. Real love doesn't make you feel worthless. Real love doesn't destroy, it builds." She turned to face Ethan fully. "Ethan showed me what real love looks like," she said, tears streaming down her face now. "He showed me that I deserve to be cherished. That I deserve to be respected. That I deserve to be happy." Ethan wiped her tears away gently.

“You and Reid were never meant to be a romance. You were meant to be the first stable governance node.” The words landed like a physical blow. I thought of Shawn downstairs — trembling, fighting his own nervous system, refusing to touch me because he was terrified the wanting wasn’t real. “You turned us into tools,” I whispered. “I turned you into the solution,” Valdez corrected. “The only solution I have found that actually works.” He leaned forward slightly. “Tell me, Catriona. When you are with him — when he touches you, when he looks at you like you are the only thing anchoring him to the world — do you feel manipulated? Or do you feel safe?”