Behind Her Eyes Ending Explained Novels & Stories

I held him as close as I could and savored the feel of him still inside me, my eyes barely open as I came back from ecstasy and that was why I finally remembered the person at the door. I glanced at the door to find tears rolling her face. So she really stayed to the end? This girl was something. She turned and then finally left.

I pressed my face against the top of her head and held her and outside the city moved through its indifferent Tuesday morning and inside the room something that had been heavy for a very long time set itself down. After a while she pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were clear — not dry with effort, genuinely clear, the specific clarity of someone who had processed something and arrived at the other side of it. "Tell me we're done," she said. I looked at her. "Tell me it's actually over," she said. "Not the cautious version. Not the mostly over version." She held my gaze. "Tell me we're done."

She told him and he smirked. “Worry not, all that will be sorted by the time we go back, they will have to understand that I can’t stay with them anymore, I have a mate and I can’t afford to be away from you.” He looked at her tenderly with those cold pitch-black eyes that scared many into submission. Those eyes were the last thing others saw before their death; those very same eyes now looked at her as if nothing else mattered but her.

For the world, we created and nurtured together. Riley made me believe in a world where love is greater than my insecurities. A world where the sun shines whenever he looks at me. A world where mistakes are accepted and forgiveness is a possibility. A world far better than my dreams. Yes, life indeed is beautiful, because I see the world differently now through the eyes of my Alpha. THE END. Through The Eyes Of My Alpha - Cassandra M / April-June 2022 Author’s Note: The Epilogue Scene in this book succeeded the epilogue scene from Alpha Caspian’s In The Arms of My Alpha, where there was a scene of Amber and Zach’s mischief. You can reread it to relieve the moment.

“Told you, moonpie. You don’t get a choice.” She clench her hands together. She swallow back the scorn at back of her throat. She cleans the tears on her eyelid. Thank God she was at the dark, so he can't see her crying. She won't let this punk ass charlatan see how frail she's. He sat back against the couch, his pose unshaken, in spite of the fact that his look never cleared out her. She seem feel the weight of those eyes as she ventured closer, hips influencing in time with the bass.

Slowly she starts to register everything present in Infront of her. Her eyes are wild when she sees my fangs, My red eyes. When I see her face filled with fear, just like she has seen a ghost. I register I need to do this now, or making her forget this will be difficult. So, I look for today's memory and start to erase it. My eyes turn bright red, and she gets hypnotized when looking into my eyes. When the process ends, her eyes fall shut. I look at her one last time, then collect everything and leave the room.

Her eyes met those of her companions, and in their shared gaze, they found a shared understanding—a unity forged through trials, a harmony born of courage. The battle had ended, but the journey was far from over. As Elysia looked towards the horizon, a sense of purpose ignited within her. The clash of energies had revealed the strength that resided within her, a strength that would guide her and her companions towards the challenges that lay ahead. With renewed determination, they set forth, ready to unravel the mysteries

“It was here.” Her gaze flicked to me then, and her eyes were wrong again. Not white this time, but darker just like something was standing just behind them, wearing her skin. “It’s close,” she said. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to drag her far away from here. I wanted to do both at once. Instead, I said, “Then we end it before it finds what it’s looking for.” Her lips curved in something that wasn’t a smile. “What if it already has?”

Staring into her end, it almost seemed as if she welcomed it. *** Gold. The moment before impact, Harriet’s eyes shone in gold, and suddenly, she could see the battlefield again. BLAAAAAAAAAAST! BLARRR! *** Her sight did not return, no. But it was exchanged with someone else’s sight and point of view. ---- Note:

Pain exploded behind her eyes, and hot blood began to pour down her neck. The last thing she saw was Marlow holding onto Josette tightly...