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she complained Lia is a plastic surgeon and very good at her job so what was she expecting before? " Sorry my love, please make sure to eat and stay hydrated so you don't faint we wouldn't want that. " I teased. " Sure I will, now that reminds me why I called, babe I don't think I can make it to your hospital appointment today. I really wanted to be there for you for emotional support but I'm choked with work. " she explained and immediately my smile dropped. Lia has been the one accompanying me to my doctor's appointment for a while now and suddenly hearing that she won't make it today sort of dispirited me.

“Naomi, my mom knows that she’s in the wrong now. Can’t you forgive her? I’m the one at fault. I shouldn’t have faked a marriage with Liam, much less let my mother and relatives cause that mess at your house. “I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t sue my mother!” I raised my eyebrows in amusement. “Oh? Is that true? What if I want Liam to walk away from our marriage empty-handed?” Liam and Heather stared at me in disbelief. To them, I had always been gentle and agreeable. Unbeknownst to Liam, there was a condition to that gentle and agreeable nature: I had to love him. Since I loved him in the past, I was willing to listen to him.

Confused, she queried for more information, “No, what do you mean?” “I mean, from my perspective, the mate bond is out of a werewolf’s control. You don’t get to choose who you love. In fact, it’s forced upon you. The way I see it, love for someone is like a flower; it starts as a simple seed, with potential for life, but never guaranteed. With time, patience, and a whole lot of work, it can blossom into something beautiful.” Suki felt speechless once more, but nodded slowly to allow him to express his thoughts.

But inside our small rented apartment, behind the wrought-iron gate and the ivy-covered walls, we had drawn a different line. A boundary built not of stone or iron, but of touch and trust and the kind of love that refused to be tidy. And tonight—sweaty, sated, wrapped in each other’s arms—that line felt unbreakable.

“I just… don’t know how to stop.” That was the scariest thing he could have said. Love without boundaries, love without consideration, love that leaves you guarding your own heart—it’s dangerous. “I don’t want to compete with strangers,” I said softly, eyes meeting his for the first time fully since the messages. He reached for my hand. I let him hold it this time. But my heart stayed steady, cautious, as though it had learned how to protect itself while still allowing connection. “I love you,” he whispered.

Elena catches it, "I needed a husband five years ago, Alexander, I needed you to show up, to see me, to love me, but you didn't." "I do now," I say, the truth raw, "I see you now, Elena, I love you." She stares at me as if I've slapped her, "That's not love, Alexander, that's possession." "It's not," I insist. A man walks past us, the same man from inside. He glances at Elena, "Everything okay, Elena?" She knows his name, she smiles at him, "Everything's fine, Robert, thank you." Robert, the man has a name, the jealousy roars back.

With boundaries that protect. And choices made consciously. It's not the love story I thought I wanted. But it's the one I needed all along. And it's just beginning.

Love was created as something pure. That is what they said. Something sacred. Something untouched by judgment. Something that simply existed, meant to be felt without fear, without condition, without limits. It was supposed to be the one thing that did not belong to rules. And yet, it was measured. Defined. Restricted. They built boundaries around it, shaped it into something acceptable, something controllable. They decided where it could go, who it could belong to, how it should look, how it should be expressed. You may love, they said.

If that is what will make me free from the bounds with him, I am happy to do that. Love will not bound you, instead it will give you enough freedom. These bounds he had made, are made out of hate. When he thinks that he is done with the insults and punishment for me, I will leave him immediately. Yes, that is what I am going to do. I cannot stay in this loveless relationship even though I have boundless love for him in my heart. Love should free you instead this love I have for him is toxic and suffocating.

❞ ‹ ——— ✧ 𖥸 ✧ ——— › ╔═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╗ ꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」