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‘No, you are not hard to be loved,’ my rational self says, ‘You just don’t want to be loved. Her answer infuriates me. I mean, is there anyone out there who doesn’t want to be loved? I mean, who wouldn’t want to be loved? Name a person who doesn’t want to be loved. It’s not like I planned all of these things to happen to me. All my life all I ever wanted was for someone to think that I am not just the twin of the Chosen Mage. That I am not just a best friend. That my presence meant so much more than just being an accessory to their life that they needed for a while.

I know he doesn't want love, it's just intercourse. "I'm not one of them." Happy Reading

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

"And you interest me." Aarini swallowed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck slowly. She hated him. She hated how he always had the upper hand but most of all, she hated that a small part of her liked the attention. Steeling herself, she took a step back. "Well, I don’t do interest, Malhotra. So leave me alone." Revansh didn’t stop her this time. But as she walked away, she heard his voice, it was soft, teasing, but holding an unmistakable promise.

It hit James like a punch to the chest. His whole body trembled as he scrambled to his feet, clutching at Peter’s pant leg. “No, no! I don’t want a divorce!” he repeated frantically, as if by sheer insistence he could undo what had just been said. He could not imagine his life without Remi. Elias kicked him aside with a mocking sneer. “You don’t want a divorce? Do you expect my sister to raise another woman’s child?”

Because maybe I don’t want to be saved. Maybe I just want to burn.

I just despised that many people hated it, and they saw my mother in me every time they looked. “That’s not love,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “That’s manipulation. I don’t want to become someone else just to be seen or desired.” A pause, then the miasma’s voices curled around me. You are right. That is not love. It is power. They do not deserve your love. None of them. Not the one in your dream, or the one who bled for you, not the one you held in your heart, and don't dare to desire.

I set my phone to Do Not Disturb and went over to the temple. I was back to my solitary life. I did not know how much I missed it. But it was odd being back around other assistants. They treated me too delicately. They seemed to avoid the subject of love or death all together. It was getting too frustrating so one day I asked. "Alright, spit it out. Why have you all been acting like I would break at any moment?" I asked and they hesitated. "We are worried about triggering you. We heard you husband died," one of them said and I paused, recalling I had infact told one of them over the phone that.

Not yet. He stepped closer. Closer than he had in a long time. Closer than he had allowed anyone. “I have been told all my life I am not enough. That I am dangerous. That I am broken. That I will fail. That I will destroy everything I touch.” “I know,” I whispered. “I have been told…” he pressed on, voice dropping, “…that I will never be allowed to love. That it is a punishment for being born like this.” “You can,” I said. “You can choose now. Even if it’s terrifying.”