Before I Let You Go Book Novels & Stories

But he looked away and murmured, “Let’s go.” And as we walked toward the door, I asked, “Where are we going?” His lips pressed in a thin line before he said, “To settle a score.” ____ A. Gupta Hello beauties... I was on a vacation so updates were late. Will update daily now and the book will be completed this month. Do comment and press the gems!!!! Thankyou 🖤🎀🖤

Like a weight that had been sitting on my chest for so long I had forgotten it was there, and then suddenly it wasn't, and the difference was overwhelming. In its place was something I had almost forgotten the feeling of. Sweetness, light, the kind of freedom that comes not from being alone but from finally being somewhere you are actually allowed to take up space. When we finally broke apart I pressed my forehead to his and I said, very quietly, "I am going to let him go." Anthony was still. "Yes?" "Properly," I whispered. "Not just in the ways I have already let go. All the way. Every part of it." I pulled back just enough to look at his face. "I promise you that."

I have no intention of letting you go, ever. ***

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

No hesitation. No second thoughts. As the message disappears, a sharp ache spreads through my chest—like something tearing quietly inside. But beneath the pain is something else. Relief. A small, fragile kind of freedom. I pack up slowly. Shut down my computer. Turn off the lamp. When I walk out of the office, everything feels still. Quiet. Different. I’m not running from her. I’m just learning to let go. The doors close with a soft click. And for the first time in a long time, I walk forward without looking back.

"Congratulations, Shawn. You finally got what you wanted. You hate Queenie, and now she's going to stay away from you." Finally, after all these years, they said one thing that I agreed with. There were only hours left before my flight. I checked my phone. "Is there anything else? I have to go." I told my mother I would be alright. "Just have your dinner, Mom." Shawn wanted to come after me, but Helga held him back. She said softly, "I know saying goodbye is hard, but you need to do this. Come back soon. I'll be waiting."

He gave my hands one more rub before speaking. “Then let’s go back to the pack house.” Alpha Killian said. I nodded at him as we headed back in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Inspiration for this chapter is You broke me first by Tate McRae. Guys, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, you know. Really hope you add this to your library to be updated too. I would update a new chapter tomorrow. Would make sure to make it interesting for you all❤️❤️❤️

“You belong to yourself first.” The words land hard. And deep. Before I can speak, the lamp flickers. The room shifts back into view. The smell of ink. The weight of history. The burn inside my chest. I finally nod. Just once. Only once. But it is enough. He sees it. He steps back. Only a little. But I feel the loss of his warmth like a cold touch. “We leave these rooms now,” he says. I close the book. Slowly. Carefully. I set it back where it belongs.

“But I couldn’t let go of the hurt. It stayed with me, Lucian, like a shadow I couldn’t escape.” I hesitated, letting the silence settle between us for a moment before continuing. “But something shifted in me yesterday. You can only truly let someone go when you love them—and you did. You were ready to open the cage and let this bird fly free.” I smiled, feeling a weight lift from my chest, a lightness I hadn’t felt in months. “But this is my home now, and I don’t want to fly anywhere.”

That was the same warning I gave to that woman before she forcefully made herself my wife. I went straight to my library, the only place I found peace after reading tons of books. I'm the only Alpha that has the biggest library in the entire city of Arizona just to read books and pass away my boring days or forget my problems, but it only works for a while because my problem is right here in my rigid heart following me wherever I go.