Bold Of You To Assume นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cocky bastard. “Just know that if we're gonna do this… it will be on my terms.”

I nodded " okay" " Make sure you put your all in the fight. Don't appear too confident if not your opponent will be angrier and don't appear like a weakling. Be yourself and you'll be surprised at your success. Fighting isn't about being too strong or having muscles. A petite person like you can beat down a lion when you have the zeal. This is you and this is what you want, all it takes is belief. When you believe I'm yourself then be ready to conquer it all"

I mutter, turning to walk away. “I’m not assuming,” he corrects, watching me with a knowing look. “I’m looking at the facts. What she did. The statistics of people in her situation. It leads to a conclusion, not an assumption.” I roll my eyes, turning to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m sticking with you don’t know shit.” He chuckles behind me, but I don’t wait around to hear whatever else he has to say. Kade doesn’t need this in his head right now, and I don’t need to be thinking about it either.

"Yesterday's attack demonstrated real, organized threat. This council has an obligation to weigh practical safety against personal preference when circumstances escalate this significantly." I sit through it, jaw tight, watching my own life get debated in careful, clinical language, every speaker circling the same underlying assumption. That my consent matters less than my usefulness. That whatever choice I make should ultimately bend toward whatever arrangement best serves pack interests, regardless of what I actually want.

" I am totally baffled by his incredible assumptions about himself alone because only if I am mad will I think he is better. "In bed, my lady, I can have you screaming my name like you have never screamed his before. When I'm done with you, I'll make you unable to walk for days," he says, whispering into my ears. "You know, people just make assumptions when they think someone is nuts, but right now, I don’t have any assumptions about you. You must have something wrong with you to have the audacity to say those worthless words to me. You even had the guts to bring that thing you call your mouth close to my ears. The next time you want to say rubbish, find somebody who has the same useless tim

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you last night. I just thought you were experienced.” “Hmph! I see, another assumption?” She pushed at his unmovable chest. “It’s not that. You show your body off confidently…” “And what? You thought I fucked around because of that? I love my body. Is it wrong to flaunt it?” “No, it’s not. I just—I’m clueless when it comes to you.” “That’s because you never bothered to ask. I would have told you everything about me, but you just assumed the worst.” “Why didn’t you just tell me about the purses? You led me to believe someone else bought them for you.”

He must be angry. I scoffed as I began to type. “I’m not doing this, Ford. You can assume whatever the fuck you want.”

My voice trailed off, sharp and bitter in my throat. She reached for me then, her hand pressing against my chest, grounding me. “Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t assume the worst. I know that you are worried, but assuming the worst is not going to help with anything.” “I can't help it.” “I know, but as an alpha you should. There are others depending on you. When it comes to everything around here. You can't just allow a moment like this to weaken you, Liam.” She said, her voice softening.

“Or what? You better get off your high horse and let me do something at least or you’d be planning your so-called brother’s funeral in a matter of minutes.” Where the hell is all this courage coming from? Alessio stares at me in despair for a few more seconds until he’s resolved on a decision. “Well then, just be sure nothing goes wrong or I’ll make sure to cut you into little pieces and feed you to my dogs.” Now that’s one hell of a threat.

“Don’t ever insult me by suggesting otherwise.” Her throat tightened, her hands clenching in her lap. “You’re overreacting. He was just being polite.” “Polite?” He leaned in with a scoff, his face mere inches from hers as his voice turned deadly. “Polite men don’t look at you like that, Amira. They don’t touch what’s mine.” She swallowed hard. “You can’t just—just assume the worst of everyone.” “In my world, darling,” He smirked bitterly, “assuming the worst is how you stay alive.”