If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And if we live, we have to deal with everything else. The past, the hurt, the question of whether we can ever trust each other again." "I know," I said again. He nodded slowly. "Then let's go." We walked toward the door together, my hand in his. For the first time in three years, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged. But as we stepped outside to face The Mother's followers, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of our problems. Because one of the robed figures lowered her hood, showing a face that made my blood run cold. Maya. My assistant. My friend.

I dodged a bullet there. Frankly, she had no chance. I belonged to Hannah. I didn't want anyone except her, but the circumstances surrounding her made it difficult. I sighed. If only it were easier. I got to my car and soon, I was zooming down the road. I had to get my stuff and meet my Beta at our rendezvous point. He promised to explain the fine details there. Finally, I would be able to take back my pack. I turned a corner and my thoughts were immediately eclipsed by thoughts of Hannah. Was she alright? Was she with Olivia?

Now he didn’t even have that… “And honestly, I don’t know,” he chuckled darkly. “I guess I’ll just be your Beta. With your lovely personality, I’m sure you’ll keep things interesting…” He wasn’t wrong…! “For whatever it’s worth,” I replied, feeling like we had a “bro”-moment right now. “I’m glad you decided to come with me.” “Yeah, me too, asshole,” he snorted--- and the moment was over. Thank fuck, because I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take…

“What is it this time?” I hated that calm tone. Hated how small he was making something this massive. “If you’re here because of Elena,” he said, turning away, “Bee is right. She’s alive. Come with me.” He walked toward the cabin. My feet refused to move. For a second, I thought this was another cruel trick, a doppelgänger, a sick illusion. Slowly, I forced myself to follow him. He led me into a cold, sealed room. Someone lay on a mattress, still dead.

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

I was no longer the gentle, submissive woman he knew. Without hesitation, he rushed out to call for a doctor. The moment he left, Sophia shot me a smug look and sneered, "Do you even know why you're still alive? Your pathetic existence only serves one purpose—to save me. Otherwise, do you really think you'd still be breathing today?" I didn't give her the reaction she wanted. Instead of shock or outrage, I remained eerily calm. That threw Sophia off. She thought I would break down, cry, or beg. But instead, I looked at her with quiet indifference.

And he called me estranged by my mate. It was difficult to comprehend what he had just said with his hands heavily on my shoulders, pinning me back to the chair. This time, I prayed that Diana would barge through the doors and save me from this jerk. The smile that created his eyes became more dark, and it made his eyes more hollow. Instantly, I began to regret ever wandering off with a man I just met at a flimsy party. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

Hе ѕnugglеd in beside me, nеѕtlіng me in so mу hеаd rested аgаіnѕt his chest, I took a dеер ѕіgh and thеn bеgаn tо rеgаlе еvеrу dеtаіl оf my оrdеаl. I аwоkе a whіlе lаtеr to find Elijah had gоnе with Jоеl now lуіng іn hіѕ рlасе. Aftеr telling Elіjаh еvеrуthіng, he hаd ѕооthеd mе аnd hеld mе сlоѕе whіlе the tears fell. Whеn thеу еvеntuаllу ѕubѕіdеd, we lost ourselves in Thе Notebook, and I eventually fеll іntо a сhосоlаtе coma.

His eyes were bleak as he remembered the past and when he spoke about Bonnie, I saw the pains in his eyes and also heard them in his voice. “I'm sorry all this happened to you. I wish you didn't have to go through all of that” I wish we had met sooner, I wanted to tell him, but, even if we had met before he met Bonnie, I wouldn't have been able to fight alongside him. I don't think I would be able to do it now, I was just an ordinary Omega. My words seem to have brought him out of the haze he was caught in because he moved. He pushed me a little away from him to stare into my eyes.

I tell him gently, “you might not always get to pick your number.” He tilts his head, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But you picked number one, didn’t you?” The knife drives into my side, sliding between ribs and angling straight toward my heart. Pain explodes, sharp and unrelenting, and in that instant, I’m back with Mera back to that night in the bar years ago. We’d only known each other a few weeks then, maybe six, maybe eight. Not long, but long enough to feel the gravity she carried with her. The way she moved, laughed, leaned into the world it threw me off balance every time.