Romans & histoires Breathe The Novel

I will not be fine. “Shh. You’ve just got to breathe.” “But I can’t.” I only now realize that my breath’s caught in my throat. And I cannot seem to let it pass. I’m not in control of it. “Breathe, Heidi.” “I― I…” I can’t breathe! “I am commanding you.” I feel a sudden warmth inside me. It’s as if someone blew air into my lungs to release my breath, which elicits a satisfying sensation. The panging in my head doesn’t disappear, but it’s bearable. Maybe it’s because the noises outside have become tiny echoes to my hearing, or because Zavere is smiling at me, while I’m staring into his dark eyes; watching the light glisten in them.

But in this moment, as I stood outside, a sliver of courage seeping into my veins, I knew that I had the power to reclaim my breath, to inhale the freshness of the world without his toxic influence. Closing my eyes, I took a deliberate inhale, feeling the crispness of the air fill my lungs, as if it were a balm for my wounded soul. It was a stark contrast to the stagnant atmosphere that had permeated my existence within those suffocating walls. Exhaling slowly, I released the remnants of his control, allowing the past to dissipate with each breath. I muttered to myself, "It's been far too long since I breathed fresh air without his presence." My eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a

Why is he here, where is little man? what's going on. I suddenly felt like a thousand hands were pressing down on my windpipe making it hard to breathe. Breathe Glamour, breathe. I kept chanting in my head till I was able to breathe again. I can't believe my eyes, maybe I'm beginning to see things because I'm traumatized.

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

Before I can breathe, the alpha next to me leans in. “You’re brave,” he mutters, half impressed, half horrified. “Talking to Mr. Wren like that. You’re going to get in serious trouble.” I shoot him a sideways glare. “Why? Because he’s an alpha?” I scoff. “So am I. Or are we suddenly not the same just because his shoulders are wider?” The alpha stiffens. His mouth opens slightly like he wants to respond, but I cut him off with a cold look. “Focus on the meeting,” I snap.

If I am weak, it makes my father look weak. I fly above the dense forest enjoying the view of the lush green trees and small streams. I land in a small moonlit clearing, with a thump in the tall grass. I take in a breath of frosty air, slumping to the ground. My muscles relax and all the tension drifts off my body. Even if it is just a moment.

I didn't take a breath until I made it to the bottom of the stairs and a few feet into the grass, where I grabbed hold of the old hitching post that hadn't been used in many years, and leaned over it as I took in a lungful of air. Fresh air immediately rushed in, filling my lungs and clearing his mouthwatering scent away. I took several deep breaths, not stopping until I could no longer smell him. My wolf huffed in disappointment as he receded to the back of my head, curling up like a sad puppy. When he finally receded, my head cleared, and the reality of everything that just happened came crashing down on me in an instant. “Fuck!” I cursed through a breath as I slammed my fists down onto th

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---

Damien’s name lit up the screen like a curse I couldn’t escape. I didn’t answer. He sent a message. Then another. Please talk to me. It’s not what you think. I love you. My breath hitched. A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Not the kind of laugh that came from joy. The kind that came from the pit of your chest when you were past crying. I walked into the bedroom, pulled the blinds closed, and climbed onto the bed without even changing. The sheets smelled faintly of lavender. Normally it calmed me. Tonight, it felt suffocating.

The image was so vivid, so satisfyingly final, that a shaky breath escaped my lips. I pulled back, my knuckles white on the railing. No. The finality had to be my own. Not a fantasy of destruction, but the simple, quiet act of walking away. I turned my back on the skyline and started walking again, towards the opposite shore. Towards whatever came next. One foot in front of the other. The city could wait. I had to learn how to breathe again, on my own, in my own new world.