I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

My voice shook, but I kept going. “You don’t get to decide your worth by how much pain you can take for me. And I don’t get to live in a world where you disappear so things can be easier.” Tears blurred my vision. “I love you. Not because you protect me. Not because you’re brave or stupid or heroic. But because you’re you. And I choose that. Every time.” The timer hit 01:10. The voice spoke again. “You have not chosen.” “I did,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing him. Which means I’m not choosing either door.”

"I am done enforcing it, Wren. Whatever happens tomorrow, whatever we learn about Thane, I am not waiting for permission to say that out loud anymore." Something in her seemed to loosen, a fear she had been carrying so long I doubted she had noticed its weight anymore, her shoulders dropping just slightly. "Say it again." "I choose you," I said, simply, like it had always been that easy and I had only just now let myself believe it. "Not the treaty version of you, not Ivy's name borrowed to survive a war. You. Whatever rank the old law would have assigned you, whatever blood runs underneath it. I choose you."

“Not erase what came before. Every moment, every struggle, every quiet hour we spent together led us here. But I want to stop letting it own us. I want to choose you every single day. Only because I love you. Not because of a paper. Not because of a promise made to anyone else. Not because of anything other than you.” My throat tightened, and tears pricked my eyes, but I smiled through them, a bright warm feeling spreading through my chest so deep it felt like it might spill over. “I chose you the day you knocked on my door,” I said, steady and sure. “I chose you when you sat with me through nightmares and never asked for thanks. I chose you every time you stood between me and whatever came

His hands brushing her hair gently. "I know that I can't take away the pain in your heart but I'll be here for you. You can always count on me for anything that you want to do. If you don't want me to do anything, I could just stand by your side and give my support. You can always rely on me and don't carry the burden by yourself," he said softly while stroking her hair.

"Let's do it." "Very well. Before we step into this, let me ask you one thing; Do you trust me?" he asked, looking into my eyes. It was a ridiculous question to ask. If he was given a choice between me and the world, he would choose me without hesitation. "More than myself," is all I said to express the trust I have in him. He is always careful not to hurt or harm me in any way but I know he would never, even unknowingly hurt or harm me. He may even choose to hurt himself but would not let even a bit of malice my way. That's how much I trust him, and that's how much he loves me.

When we stood facing each other, hands joined, the world seemed to narrow into a single point of focus—his eyes, steady and certain. Roman spoke first. His voice was low. “You are the life I didn’t know I would be brave enough to choose,” he said. “But now that I have, there is nothing I want more fiercely than forever with you. I promise to protect you. To stand beside you. To love you in every version of yourself—strong, fragile, joyful, afraid. Every single day.” Emotion blurred my vision. “I choose you,” I whispered when it was my turn. “In every lifetime, in every storm, in every quiet moment. You are my home. I'll always choose you. It'll always be us. Forever.”

He snapped, his voice twisted with obsession. "I can! I can give her the best life–one hundred times better than anything you could offer!" My fingers tightened around the bottle in my hand, knuckles turning white. My voice was icy, sharp with finality. "And your ‘best life' is built on lies and betrayal? Tracy isn't a bargaining chip in your power games. I won't let her relive my past." The roar of the rain could not drown the tremor at the end of my words, but it could not hide the sudden, bloodshot red that flooded Charles's eyes.

"Not for the hall. For me. Just for this room." I looked at him for a moment and then I said it the way it needed to be said for just the two of us, in the voice that was not the ceremony voice but the one I used for the things that were true in the way that only the private versions of things were true. "I choose you," I said. "Thorian. You specifically. The Alpha and the man underneath the Alpha and every version in between and the ones I have not met yet. I choose all of it."

"You're not ruining my life. You ARE my life." He kissed me again, and I stopped fighting. Stopped thinking. Just felt. We stumbled to the bedroom, hands already pulling at clothes. This felt different from every other time. More desperate. More emotional. Like we were both terrified this might be the last time. He laid me on the bed, settled between my thighs. Looked at me with so much love it hurt. "I choose you," he said. "I'll always choose you." "Even if it costs you everything?" "You ARE everything."

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.