I Alone Am The Honored One Novels & Stories

My mouth tasted faintly of metal and blood as I bit down on my cheek. I hated that word. Omega. I hated it with every bit of me. “She’s Harlyn,” Ethan corrected with a low growl. “And that means more than you would ever have the privilege to understand.” And with that statement, he stood. It wasn't in a rush, neither was it aggressive but it was assertive enough to remind the room who was taller, Stronger, Alpha in every way Higan wasn’t. Then he turned to me, a small gesture that left my chest thundering for a different reason, and offered his hand.

However, after Camelia stepped out to take a call, she said there was an urgent matter at work that needed her attention when she came back. “Waylon, I’m sorry. This is really important.” Her voice held a hint of guilt along with her apology. I did not think much of it. These things had happened before, so I told her she did not need to come with me. After lighting the candles, I stood in front of the small tombstone, staring at the simple words that read out the name 'Polly Young'. “Mom, are you lonely down there? It’s okay if you are. I’ll be there with you soon.”

"You are an amazing soul that I should've treated like a queen. I know you've moved on now and you're happy but it's important to me that you know how sorry I am, and if I could, I'd take it all back. But looking at you, you're doing so much better now that I'm not in your life." I mean yes I'm doing better, but I don't want him to think he was the main source of my pain. Yes he was a big part of it, but it was my naive-ness that had me fall in so deep. I ignore all the looks directed my way as I look at the man I used to love apologizing to me. "And to all my fans, those who are here and those who aren't. If you're really about me and my happiness, you will leave this woman alone. The worst

With a limping right foot and hand over her bleeding left shoulder, she locked eyes with the guards and delivered a stare that shot right through their spine. Despite being unrecognizable with the amount of white snow that fell on her and the gross bloody clothes, her stare was enough of an introduction. "Open the gates! It's the King's Assassin!" Even at her state, none of the men had the guts to help her. She was a woman of great honor, and maybe greater pride, so the men around her didn't move an inch. All they did was open doors for her. Even the royal helpers that passed by her had the guts to shoot her a disgusted look.

I see two people walking in the opposite direction, but otherwise, we are alone. “I am sorry for that, but I wanted to make it clear to that man that you are not just anyone. You are born to be a Luna.” My heart thuds at those words. It’s not the first time a man has said that to me… But I’m never good enough to keep as a mate or wife…

I took another deep breath, trying to ignore her insults to the best of my ability. "Mrs. Walker, I' not Sally and I'll never be. My father would never be like Sally's, or at least a little better. I'm so sorry that I'm not the ideal mate for your son, but it happened. I... like him. I can't change that" I kept my voice calm and collected.

"This is too much. All of it. The countdown, the assassins, the pendant, and now this, a woman dying and living again in the span of a single night while I'm apparently the only person cursed to remember it." "You're not cursed," Kael said quietly, echoing words he had spoken to her once before, in the rain, on the day they first met. He crossed the room and knelt before her, close enough that she could see the raw sincerity in his eyes. "You are the only person who can see the truth clearly. That is not a curse. It is a terrible, lonely kind of gift." "It doesn't feel like a gift." "No," he admitted softly. "I imagine it doesn't."

Luckily my back hit the ground first, so nothing broke. “Now I don't have an issue with you but I don't tolerate little kids insulting me, I'm a goddamn true alpha, I don't get to be insulted.” “Is that really what you believe?” I asked feeling so helpless but acting like all he did had no impact on me. “You know you really have a big mouth and I don't want to have to be doing this everyday but I could if that's what you want. Apologise and I might consider forgiving all your sins.”

I was Senator Isla Hart, advocate, mother, and a beacon for those who had been silenced. “And today,” I said, voice strong, “we honor resilience, accountability, and justice. We honor those who refused to be broken, and those who will rise after every fall. Today is a reminder: no one is above the law, and courage, even in its quietest form, is powerful enough to change the world.”

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.