He Is Worthy Of It All Novels & Stories

Clicking his tongue, he said, "Tsk, I'm not blind. I saw how you were looking at him. But he's not enough for someone like you. You deserve a wolf who will sing to the world about you. Not a notorious, emotionally unavailable recluse." "I don't get it. You and I barely spoke the other night," I said, my right elbow in my left hand as I tossed my fingers out. "I see something in you," he said, pointing at me firmly. "You have so much potential." I shrugged and curled my lip, shaking my head once. "I don't understand." "You're a gem, Ophelia!" He walked to me holding his fists together passionately. "And you deserve to be treated as the goddess you are."

Then gentler, “I appreciate everything, I do. But this is my battle.” He exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched. “And you think fighting without armor makes you noble?” “It makes me… me,” I whispered. “I have to win this on my own terms.” He did not argue again. Just sat down. Quiet and watchful. And, maybe for the first time, I did not feel judged for choosing pride over convenience.

he answered with heartfelt conviction, and I was pleasantly surprised. “Thank you for saying that,” I responded. “You're a decent man,” I told him, and he grinned slightly, then shook his head before returning to eating his sandwich. "But I am not sure if I am worthy of your love," I mumbled softly, and he eyed me incredulously. "I will prove to you that you're worthy," he asserted, and the ground shook with his declaration. Swallowing, I looked at his glowing eyes and asked, "Worthy of what?"

“Is it always going to be like this? Losing control?” “No,” he said immediately. “I’ll help you train. Hunter will help. You’ll learn to control it. I promise you that. We are not going to stop until you’ve mastered it. Whatever this was, you were chosen for it for a reason. And it was not because you wouldn’t be able to. On the exact contrary, it is because you are worthy of it.” A beat. “And if I can’t? What if I am not?” His arms tightened. “Then I’ll carry you through it until you can.” He said, looking down at me. “And I know in my heart, as well as I know my name, that you are worthy of everything that you have. Today, tomorrow, and until the end of time.”

“Because staying here, watching you marry him, standing guard while he claims what should be mine—I can’t do it. I’m not that strong.” “Then fight for me!” I moved toward him. “Stop running! Stop hiding behind your shame and your unworthiness and fight for what the bond says is ours!” “I am fighting for you.” His voice cracked. “By letting you go. By giving you the chance at the life you deserve. A life with someone worthy of you.” “You are worthy—” “I’m not!” He turned, and the anguish on his face stole my breath. “Don’t you understand? I’m not worthy of you! I’ll never be worthy! And pretending otherwise is just prolonging the inevitable!”

He exhales slowly. “You insult my house.” “I reject your claim.” “They are not the same.” “They will be perceived as the same.” “I do not care for anyone's opinion of me” His patience thins. “Say it plainly then.” “What?” “That I am not worthy.” I hold his gaze. “You are not worthy.” Silence. Even the ocean seems to pause. His voice lowers. “On what grounds?” “You approach this as entitlement.” “It was arranged.” “You speak of her like inheritance.”

Dante sat beside her, his arm sliding around her shoulders, pulling her close. "You did it," he murmured. "It's official. You're Alpha." She leaned into him, letting his warmth seep through the exhaustion. "It's not the title that matters. It's what comes next. The work. The proving. Every day, over and over." "That's what makes you worthy of it." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "You know it's earned, not given." She smiled, small and tired. "When did you get so wise?"

He simply stood tall, his eyes sweeping over the people, then back to the elders. “I hear them,” he said at last, his voice steady, carrying over the hushed courtyard. “And I am grateful. Grateful beyond words that they see me worthy.” The crowd roared again, but he lifted a hand, silencing them softly, respectfully. “But…” His gaze hardened. “A throne should not be taken by desire alone. Let it be given to the one who deserves it. Let it be earned, not demanded.” The cheers doubled, deafening even. People stomped their feet, some even wept openly. My throat ached with pride. That humility, that honor... that was the man I married. That was why he was loved.

“Listen to me, Raya.” “Hmm.” I hummed, angling my body to face him, wanting to see the truth in his words. “You are worthy of love, worthy to be loved. You are beautiful, kind, hardworking, and true to yourself. You have endured so many things, yet you managed to continue living as yourself, and I truly admire you.”

Her friend went on and on. Aamiya went still with her words. “ I am also in his Nikah. So even if they weren’t innocent, it wouldn't matter, but they were!” She shouted and got up, leaving her friend sitting there with her mouth agape. Aamiya hated anyone saying anything immoral about him. She knew that he never touched her with anything other than pure intentions. His touch was relaxing and loving to her. A few days later,