He Is Worthy Of It All Novels & Stories

It was simply setting things right. He brushed away a few fallen leaves from the grave and exhaled. “You’d hate what I’ve done,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No more secret meetings. No more blind loyalty. No more fear.” The wind carried his words into the quiet. “You always said worth was something you inherit,” he continued. “That it came from our name. Our power. Our control.” He shook his head lightly. “But you were wrong. Worth isn’t inherited. It’s built — every day, by how you treat people, how you love them, how you live.”

He studied all her features, his wolf raising to the front as he did so. She ate freely, savoring every bite of food. He felt proud he made her feel that way. His wolf was pushing to the edge, making him focus on her long, alluring neck once more. The extra food was doing little to help him now. Levi’s silverware was nearly thrown back on the table as he took a couple of long breaths, closing his eyes and focusing on reigning in his beast. He knew he was losing control again and focused on regaining it.

They must prove that they are worthy of the power they seek, that they will use it not for personal gain, but for the greater good. I looked at Saea, my eyes a dark, turbulent sea of fear and confusion. "I don't know if I can do this," I admitted, my voice a low, rough whisper that was laced with a vulnerability that was both terrifying and profoundly, unshakably true. "I don't know if I'm worthy." She reached out, her hand a warm, comforting presence on my arm. "You are," she said, her voice a low, firm statement, a final, unbreakable decision. "You are worthy, Hypatos. You have always been worthy."

And it was, without question, without reservation, without a single moment of doubt, worth every single thing it had cost. Every single day of it. Worth it.

“That doesn’t mean I need to be coddled.” He stilled, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He took a slow deep breath. “Perhaps. No one needs to be coddled, that doesn't mean you're not worthy of being cared for." "This is coddling." He smirked. "You're worthy of that, too." Was I? I set my jaw, stomping down that traitorous thought.

He has taken away my pride and I am glad he did. Maybe I should count that as a compensation. He deserves it. I have makes him sad all years. I should give him my innocence. Now we are done. I should welcome Theodore Ductal into my life. He is more worthy. More capable and much more suitable.

“And I won’t pretend I’m not still sorting through everything I thought I knew. I just… I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to hurt you.” “You’re not hurting me,” he says gently. “You’re being honest. That’s more than I expected, and more than I deserve.” “You deserve a lot,” I tell him. “Because you are who you are, Atlas. The next Alpha in line, someone who was born to have the world bent to his will, because you are a good person. You deserve more than I can give you right now. But I’m trying.” He nods, his fingers brushing mine where our hands rest between us, not quite holding, but close. It feels like the start of something, not the end.

He doesn’t deserve any good thing. ….

He's softly nipping my skin, and it's effortlessly turning me on more. “I want to learn how to adore your whole existence more than how I adore you now.” He kisses me again on my jaw, “I want to learn how to be brave, and how to be strong enough to face your family again if I can ever make things right.” His lips return back to my chin to plant another kiss. “I want to be better. I want to be...” And finally, back to my needy lips. “Worthy. I want to be worthy of you, Unique.” His hands caress both of my cheeks as sincerity becomes more and more visible and shown by his copper eyes. I'm just there. On the bed, and under his body.

He stopped before Lira, his head bowed. "You have everything Ronan saw in me," Lira said. "Not power. Not destiny. Heart. You know what it means to be broken. You know what it means to be healed. You know that the light is not yours to keep. Will you carry it forward? Will you tend the garden when I am gone?" Ash's voice was thick. "I am not worthy." "None of us are. That's the point. Worthiness isn't something you have. It's something you grow into." Lira pressed the bundle into his paws. "Take it. Pass it on. That's all I ask."