I Can Deny It No Longer Novels & Stories

"Before this council closes session, I have something further to say." Dean stands again, and something in his posture, steady and deliberate, makes my stomach tighten with sudden dread. The hall quiets, attention shifting fully onto him. "I already reversed my rejection once, in this very hall, days ago." His voice carries clearly, and I watch Silas's expression shift from wary to something sharper, more calculating. "I want to make that reversal formal, now, in front of both packs, in front of my father, without ambiguity left for anyone to exploit going forward."

He held it with the full weight of what it was — not the complement in the social register but the honest statement of a man who had catalogued Ernest West over many years and had arrived at this conclusion on the evidence. "Thank you," Ernest said. "The connection is undeniable," Don said. It was not a romantic formulation. It was the statement of a fact. "It has always been undeniable. We denied it — imperfectly, at cost, for a period of years — and then we stopped denying it and came back to it. Because you cannot deny an undeniable thing indefinitely. Eventually the evidence accumulates past the point of denial." "Yes," Ernest said.

She looks at me and tilts her head, “The 4th of October?” I choke, “No, the 4th of August.” She shakes her head, “Okay well, today is Thursday the 16th of October.” I just sit with that. So I was there for more than 2 months. For sure I've been kicked out of my apartment and all of my shit thrown out or sold off to cover past due rent. My car was probably towed, and I no longer have a job. I just close my eyes and try not to melt down.

"No! Hayden, can't you understand English? I really f*cking regret ever getting involved with you!" With that said, she smashed her phone. Bang!

"Denying the pull. Denying all of it. Do you know what that is doing to me." Something in my chest moved that I immediately shut down. I felt my jaw tighten. And then something snapped. "I am telling you." My voice came out fast and I couldn't stop it. "I have told you before and you keep coming back to this same..." I stepped forward. "I. Am. Not. Your. Mate." Each word separate and final. "I don't know what you think you felt. I don't know what your wolf told you. But I am a packless nobody who came here looking for a place to stay and you need to let this go."

Two years. That's how long I was gone. I volunteered for the Northern territory. And at my welcome home party, the “Truth or Dare” challenge was about him. Jaxon. My mate. The pack was howling with laughter, teasing smirks all around. “Alora, spill a secret! How’d Alpha Jaxon get that nick in his left ear? What’s his favorite food? And how long does he last during his Rut?” I answered each one. “A rock shard from an avalanche. Venison with moonpetal. And in bed… exactly one hundred and eight minutes.” Fifty questions about him. I nailed every single one. Clara, the pureblood she-wolf always at his side, propped her chin on her hand. “You sound just like his mate, don’t you?” Someone else jum

Evelyn would never return to who she was. Not tomorrow. Not next year. Not ever. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to accept it fully. No denial. No bargaining. No illusions. Only truth. I sat there a long time, sober with the certainty of it.

“This might be the chance we’ve always wanted to make the pack know about us and accept us for who we—” “I believe you heard me right.” He firmly cut me off. “Deny our relationship, or else we’re done!”

“Parang kailan lang, sinabi mo din sa akin na makakapal ang kilay ng mga lalaki ang natitipuhan mo-” “He’s an exemption.” “So, natipuhan mo din si Axl?” “Yuck naman, I don’t do red flags!” “Ewan ko sa ‘yo, ang in denial mo.” Nanlaki ang mata niya sa sinabi ko. “Hoy! Anong in denial? At saang part ako naging in denial?” “Sa part na tinatanggi mong kay Paul ka nagmo-move on-” “My God Matti! Pwede mo akong tuksuhin kay Adrian, bakit kay Paul pa?” ako naman ang nagtaas ng kilay sa kaniya.

Undeniable. Possessive. Absolute. Adrian smiles wider. “There it is,” he says softly. “Obsession.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” Silence stretches between us. Then— “You broke,” he finishes. Something inside me tightens. Not denial. Recognition. But not in the way he thinks. “I didn’t break,” I say. “I changed.” “That’s the same thing.” “No.” “It is.” “It’s not.” I step forward. Slow. Deliberate.