I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me Novelas e Histórias

She found me near the back of the parking lot, heels clicking like punctuation against the asphalt, her hair perfect even though the night’s humidity had turned mine into a wild tangle. She didn’t waste time. “He picked me,” she said, her voice steady, sharp. “Not you.” I stared at her. No blink. No flinch. Her smile was small, cruel. “You thought saving him from himself would be enough, didn’t you? You thought dragging his half-dead body into that hospital would make him yours. But he still chose me.” I almost laughed. Almost. Because the ridiculousness of it — of Emma turning near-death into competition — was grotesque.

"A few days ago." Damien frowned. "A few days?" She nodded. "I thought I was imagining it." His grip tightened around the steering wheel. "You should have told someone." A bitter smile crossed her lips. "Who?" The single word hit him harder than he expected. She was right. Who could she have trusted? Her own family had abandoned her. The media had destroyed her reputation. And he... He had been the first to doubt her. For several seconds, neither of them spoke again. Finally, Damien broke the silence.

"I'm sorry. But if you don't mind me asking, how did I survive?" "Well, it was all thanks to Doctor Miller and the doctors and nurses who helped her. She said that they had to perform a hysterectomy surgery on you and that was how your chances of surviving increased." "Okay, I am very grateful. But when you were asked to choose between Kaya and me, who did you choose to survive?" "Kaya." "What?" My jaw clenched tightly as he said that. I felt a little bit jealous. Does he hate me that much?

While I was in the hospital, she told everyone, "If Kayla had stayed in the triangle zone and waited for rescue, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. "Everyone else jumped onto the grass and walked away fine. So why was she the only one who broke her leg? "She did it on purpose. She knew Tristan was softhearted, so she dragged him out there and got herself hurt. Now she can use saving him to guilt him into staying with her forever. "Poor Tristan. Someone that manipulative has completely ruined his life." And the best part? Tristan believed her. He took everything I gave him without a second thought, all while seeing me as some scheming psycho.

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivie

Jones as she replied sarcastically, "When have I ever lied to you? There isn't any reason for me to do something like that. I ended up repaying Madison by causing her death. A good woman like her ended up dying from your incessant bullying." Evan roared, "That's enough! All you talk about is how Madison saved you, but Nikki saved me too! When you were out of the country and I was left behind, my bullies locked me up in a small room and beat me half to death! It was Nikki who shielded me and saved me from their hands! "If you hadn't forced Nikki and me to break up back then, she wouldn't have been kidnapped and ended up being diagnosed with claustrophobia!"

When I was small, she used to say that there's nothing more important then saving someone's life. I never understood her words but that day I realized what she actually meant. I realised that I am not a god to give or to take anyone's life. That day I had a choice, I had a choice to either let my soul satisfy by witnessing him bleed to death or save him. And as soon as I choosed second option, my mind told me that there is nothing more precious then a single life. At that moment it doesn't mattered that he's the one who had killed my parents and my boyfriend. All that mattered was if I can save him then that's all matters the most.

I looked between him and Ysara. My mate. The one who saved me from the hands of my enemies. And my friend. The one who gave me a second chance in life. One was telling me to stay. The one was destroying herself to save me. To save us. I couldn’t choose. I couldn’t. Even if I wanted. And sadly, I didn’t have to. Because she chose for me. Her voice rose again. Higher. Louder. The flames exploded around us. I screamed, the wind carried my scream into the night. The fire climbed towards the sky, the wind growing violent with every powerful chant. Ysara chanted. Again. And again. And again.

I was cursed by a dark witch. If I was not marked by a mate when I came of age at eighteen, I would die alone. Cassian and I grew up together. I had already pictured it, the two of us bonding under the Moon Goddess's blessing at the Full Moon Ceremony on the day I came of age. But on the day we won the war against the rival pack, Garrick, the head Elder, held up a vial and let his gaze sweep across the crowd. "Cassian, you did more than anyone. This healing potion should be yours." I looked at him hopefully. After all, the potion was the only thing that could suppress the curse and keep me alive long enough to come of age. But Cassian avoided my eyes. "Give it to Lilith. She's an Omega. She'

I’ll bleed again if I have to. Because she chose to save the woman my best friend loves like family. Now it’s my turn to fight for her. ***