He Chose Me He Don't Want You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I want you to choose me.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “But not like this,” I added. “Not from panic. Not from fear. Not because someone cornered you or kissed you or humiliated you. I want you to choose me because you feel something for me. Something real.” Her jaw trembled. “And if I don’t?” I swallowed hard. “Then I’ll deal with it,” I whispered. “I’ll hate it. I’ll probably punch a wall. But I’ll deal.” She closed her eyes tightly, pain etched across her face.

“That’s not what I meant…” “But that’s what you said.” “Max…” “You chose this,” I whispered, stepping back. “You chose this over me.” “I’m not choosing…” “Yes, you are!” I yelled, tears burning my eyes. The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I walked away because I wasn’t going to beg someone to choose me. A sob ripped from my chest as I pushed myself up, stumbling toward the sink. “Stop it,” I whispered harshly, gripping the edges of the basin.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

Harper fell silent for a long time before she finally answered. “I wouldn’t say I like him. I still love Jayden. It’s just that Eugene has been by my side for so many years. If I marry Jayden, he’ll be really hurt. It just makes him seem… kind of pitiful.” I did not know how I exited the building. By the time I came to my senses, I was already out on the street in a daze. My face was wet with tears. Never had I imagined Eugene to be the reason Harper did not want to get married.

“Forget the contract. What do you want?” “I want this to be real. I want to stop pretending. I want you to choose me when your father pushes back. When Vanessa plants doubts. When the board questions you.” He’s quiet. “I want that too. But I can’t promise it yet. My whole life has been choosing what’s expected.” He looks at me. “Choosing you means choosing against all of that. I’m trying to be brave enough. But I’m not there yet.” “At least you’re honest.” “Is honesty enough?”

"Instead I'm standing here wishing this was real. Wishing you were really mine." Elena's hands fisted in his shirt. "I am yours. That's what the contract says." "Not like this. Not the way I want." "Then how do you want me?" He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark, burning with something Elena had never seen before. Something raw and desperate and terrifying. "I want you to choose me," he said. "Not because of money or contracts or saving your family. I want you to choose me because you can't imagine choosing anyone else."

Keep anyone. They just wouldn't be her. And so, he hung his head low and went on one knee, then the other and wrapped his arms around her waist, saying into her stomach, "I'm not going anywhere. And you can't make me. I don't care what you fucking do. I don't care if you fucking hate me. You can't just come into my life and show me how life could be with you and rip me away from it. I refuse. It's my fucking life and I get to choose who I want. And I fucking choose you. So whatever, do what you want. I don't care,"

The mocking air about him faded, and he sat up straight, leaning towards me as he looked up at me. “But I won’t try to control you the way your father did,” he confessed, once more invading my personal space to play with a lock of my hair. “I’ll never turn your home into a prison. I’ll never take away your choices. But...,” He continued, his voice softening, yet the weight of his words hit me like a blow. “I want you to choose me!” What?!

He said, looking away from Mia. “I don’t care. Then I will get banished with you. You’re the one that I want. I don’t want someone to choose a mate for me. I will choose one for myself.” She stepped closer. Placing her hand on his chest. “I choose you. So, kiss me.” She orders him again.

"And what do you want now?" "You." My voice was barely a whisper. "I want you. Even though I probably shouldn't. Even though it's insane. Even though you drive me crazy." I met his eyes. "I choose you." He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just stared at me like he was trying to decide if I was real. "Say something," I whispered. He pushed off the door. Walked toward me. Slow. Predatory. Stopped inches away. "You choose me." His hand came up. Cupped my face. "Not because I forced you. Not because you're trying to win. But because you want me."