He Is Worthy Of It All นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, she could not do it, no matter what! Even if she suffered to death, she will never admit defeat to him again. When Josiah pressed against her body and questioned her in her ear about whether she loved him or Zade, she gritted her teeth. She trembled and replied, "Josiah, you are not worthy!" "I'm not worthy, so is he worthy?" Josiah was not convinced. He admitted that he had hurt her and that he was not worthy. However, he was not about to hand her over to that Zade, who was a scheming fox. Zade was not better than him and more worthy of her than him.

But that trust had been crushed, ground to dust by his own hands. I had no interest in soothing his wounded pride. I knew him too well. If I showed even a flicker of softness, he would twist it, use it, and worse-turn his malice toward Elijah. That, I could not allow. So I lifted my chin and let my voice carry like a vow. "You want to know why he's worthy?" Elias froze, eyes locked on mine. "Because he is uncorrupted. Because he is true."

“I’ve only just arrived. I know almost nothing.” “I’m a mess. I don’t have the hang of anything. I’m not even sure I’m as okay as Alina was when she got I blinked. Alma folded her arms. “We often underestimate ourselves because we do not know the true power that lies within us.” “Whether or not you had the help of Beta Thorne, you went out to find your king.You risked your life, your freedom to find someone who kept you bound in this big scary fortress. You are not just worthy, you are the most worthy of them all.” Alma said he eyes staring deep into mine.

Not unworthy, but precious beyond measure. And that was worth fighting for.

Something I owed. “You were right. I should’ve asked. Not assumed. Not taken. I can’t ask you to forgive me. I won’t pretend I deserve it. But I want to try. Not for me. For him. Because he deserves every good thing in this world—and if you’ll let me… I want to be worthy of knowing him. Thank you for raising him so beautifully.” I paused. Then signed it: —Michael Not Michaelson Not CEO. Just Michael. A man who finally understood what it meant to carry truth.

“You are not worthy to be king! You don’t have what it takes to be king, you lack empathy and wisdom to lead. I’m rethinking your position as Alpha as we speak. Don’t make me come for you Williams, don’t fucking push your luck!” he'd warned me, embarrassing me before everyone. He called me unworthy, he said I am not first to replace him. Well, I’ll show him what it means to be worthy. Since he thinks I am not worthy, I guess it’s only right that I prove myself to him, right?

"The connection. It's different. It's. it's gentler." "Because we are learning to be worthy, Rhea," Ash said to her, his voice a serious vow. He drew his arm around her that little bit more tightly, a silent guarantee. "We are learning to be worthy. We are learning that true Alpha strength has nothing to do with taking, but with giving. With defending. With trusting you enough to let you be free."

“All of you. You deserve every good thing.” He huffed a soft laugh, almost bitter, a fleeting shadow of his past self. He pressed a kiss to my temple, a long, tender press of his lips. “I don’t,” he said, his voice laced with the echoes of old burdens. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to. Trying to be worthy of you, and of them.” I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him how wrong he was, how perfectly deserving he already was, but Ranon cut me off, his grip tightening slightly on my hand.

He studied me for a moment—his gaze sharp, unblinking, as if he could see past my skin and into the thoughts I hadn’t spoken. “Humility,” he said, a faint curve at the corner of his mouth. “A rare quality, especially among those in power. You handled this situation with wisdom and grace. You’ve earned the gratitude of the council... and of your king.” There was a shift in the room. A murmur of agreement. A few surprised glances. Praise from Kairos wasn’t something handed out freely. Then he asked, “What would you have as a reward?” My breath caught.

"I feel like I don't deserve it. It's like I've taken something that rightfully belonged to my father." Her frown deepened, her eyes reflecting disbelief, "Did you seriously just say that you don't deserve this?" she countered, her voice firm, "Vincenzo, you're the most deserving person in this room, and it has nothing to do with your last name or birthright. I've witnessed your dedication firsthand, the sacrifices you've made, the burdens you've carried that weren't even yours to bear."