He Chose Me He Don't Want You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm saying, what if we made this real? What if we gave the people what they want, and ended up getting what we want in the process?" I shook my head, trying to clear the fog of confusion and disbelief. "And what is it that you want, Alex?" His eyes glittered with a heat that made my stomach flip. "I want to win, Ava. I want to come out on top. And I want to do it with you by my side." I stared at him, my mind reeling. This was insane. He was insane. But some small, traitorous part of me couldn't help but wonder... what if he was right? What if we could turn this scandal into the opportunity of a lifetime?

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

He pointed a dismissive finger at me and snorted. “An accident and a weak heart! That’s all that was. It has nothing to do with some archaic oath or a curse!” “It’s a scam, tailor-made to prey on our Pack! And I’m sick of looking at her. If you force this mating, I won’t wait for my birthday. I’ll end it myself. Right now.” He moved fast, a silver-edged ceremonial blade flashing in his hand and pressing against his own throat. Selene gasped and dropped to her knees before Liana, her voice a pretty, practiced tremble.

I wanted that to be me. Why couldn't he choose me?

Just for a second. But I quickly pulled my hands away. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t get to say that now.” My eyes burned again. “You don’t get to hurt me… then come back and say I’m your choice.” My voice broke slightly. “I’m not interested, Theo.” The words felt heavy. But I forced them out. “I don’t want this,” I continued. “I don’t want to be something you choose only when it’s convenient.” He looked at me like I had just stabbed him.

“Get out.” “Not until you admit you feel it too.” I walked right up to him. “Fine. I feel it. My wolf wants to roll over for you. Happy?” “No,” he said. “Because you won’t let her.” “Exactly,” I said. “I’m not eighteen anymore. I don’t beg.” “I don’t want you to beg,” he said. “I want you to choose me.” “You had your choice,” I said. “You made it.” “I was wrong,” he said. “I’ve been wrong every day since.”

His mouth twitches, but it’s pained. “I’m trying,” he says. I stare at him, heart too full and too tired. “I don’t want trying, Logan,” I whisper. His brow furrows. “What do you want?” The question is so simple it feels impossible. I swallow hard. “I want to be a choice,” I say quietly. “Not a moment. Not a mistake. Not a distraction before the pros.” Logan’s face shifts. Something raw crosses it. “You are,” he says immediately. “You’re a choice.”

"I think you're the chosen one for me." What?

"Or maybe we're already there. Maybe that photo was just making it official." "What do you want me to do?" His voice was rising. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it." "I want you to choose me. Actually, fully, without reservation choose me. But you won't, you can't. So I'm choosing myself instead." I walked past him to the door. Sophia's door was cracked open. I knew she was listening but I didn't care anymore. Let her listen, let her hear that she was winning. Let her have it all.

So please don't make this difficult for me more than it already is. "But I love you. I can't help it but I've falling deeply for you. And every day and night, I try to like to myself that there's nothing in my heart for you but I know that's a lie. I don't care who you are or who you're not. I don't care about tomorrow as long as I have you today."