I Saved Her Life, He Chose Her Over Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I tried to save you. But she made me choose, and I chose wrong.” My breath caught. “Choose what?” “Who to save. You… or him.” Liam went still. “You saved me?” Xves didn’t answer. The air in the room thickened until it was hard to breathe. I looked at both of them, realizing what he was saying without words. “You chose him over me.” Xves’s jaw tightened. “Not because I wanted to. Because if you lived, the world would have ended.” I took a step back. “You expect me to believe that?”

He stood, darkening his figure over her, but her eyes didn’t stop budging, locking with his. “Us? Since when did we become a team?” “And the answer to your question is, he saved our lives. I would presume nothing about him because you didn’t share a healthy bond.” She answered with flares on her nose. “I thought you wanted to stay away from this dark world. Ultimately, you ended up in the middle of all this.” “It was not my choice. I was being kidnapped by the man who hated you and saved by the man whom you hate.” She burned him because she was bleeding inside.

She let loose blast after blast of magic, sending villagers flying, gaining ground while Gabe and I struggled to hold our own. Through the madness, I saw her hesitate. Just for a second, she stopped, torn, her eyes darting between Gabe and me. Her hand lifted, as if reaching out for both of us, but there was no time. She had to make a choice. And then she ran to him. My chest tightened as I watched her sprint to Gabe, yanking him from the fray, saving him. Her mate. A flicker of pain crossed her face, like it hurt her too, choosing him over me. But the choice was made.

“I don’t need to know her past. I know mine, and the terrible things I had to live with, the terrible things I had to do to survive. While she what? Ran into the big muscular arms of the first man that looked her way? Please. I don’t need her fucking excuses. I spent my LIFE trying to save her, to free her.” “I am trying to protect her, to keep her alive.” “Alive or dead. It’s of no use to me. At least if she is dead, my father will be free of her and the pain she causes. If it’s her or him, I choose HIM. Always. When faced with you or us, she chose you.”

“Of course they did.” She observes me as though she was making my name. Just like she sees it, she is afraid that she will disappear when she blink. “You look thin.” “You sold me,” I say. The terms are interposed, heavy and final. Her jaw tightens. Just a little. “I saved you.” Something snaps in my chest. “Saved me?” I move nearby, trembling with my hands. “From what? From choosing my own life? Since loving a person you could not govern?

She was shot by a blood thirsty thug. Even at her dying moments, she wanted me to run.. to be safe. She did what she did to save me. She knew, we had both known, that only one person would survive. So she chose to save me, she wanted me to live. Realizing this, I couldn't stop the tears that flow down my cheeks without stopping.

Ninety-one threads and the river and the cold morning light and everything we had survived to get here. "I choose you," I said. "Not the bond. Not the bloodline. Not the network or the war or any version of this that existed before I actually knew you." I paused. "I choose the person who walked into my house in a torn dress and refused to be moved by anything I tried and was moved by everything I didn't." I held her eyes. "I will keep choosing you. Every day. Without reservation." She was quiet for a moment.

"I showed up that day thinking my life was over. That I was saving my family by sacrificing myself. That I'd spend a year being invisible to a man who looked at me like I was nothing." "Eve..." "But then you saw me. Maybe not right away. Maybe not for weeks. But eventually you saw me. And you made me feel like I mattered. Like I wasn't just the replacement or the backup plan. Like I was worth choosing." She squeezed his hands. "You're not perfect. You're stubborn and closed off and sometimes you make me want to strangle you." Laughter from their friends. "But you're mine. And I'm yours. And I choose you. Today and every day after. Not because I have to. Because I want to."

"The man who rejected her at that cliff would've chosen power. Would've told himself she made her choice and he needed to respect it." "And now?" I looked back at the warehouse, at the chains where Richard had hung, at the empty space where Ella had stood and signed away her testimony to save the father who'd thrown her away. "Now I choose her," I said simply. "Even if it costs me everything. Even if she never forgives me. I chose her." Kane studied me for a long moment. Then he held out his hand. I took it. We shook once—brief, firm, the closest we'd probably ever come to trust.

I noted, a hint of accusation in my tone, surprised that I came before her true mate after years of various men coming and going from her life. "I left him to protect you. If you asked me to choose, it would be you," she admitted with a weak smile. "I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I did try. I just failed spectacularly." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I wiped them away. "You don’t have to try so hard anymore. We’re safe now." She chuckled softly. "It was supposed to be me saving you. But it looks like you saved us all." "Not without failing a few times along the way," I confessed.