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she beams “Well yeah I guess you do. But remember they have no idea how “together” me and Iris are just yet, so we can’t say anything about that until I’ve spoken with her dad. But I need to make arrangements for them, they will be staying with us at the pack house I’m bringing Iris once she is stable” “I’ll make sure everything is sorted my love, don’t you worry ok.” “Ok mom love you” dad walks in at that moment. “Hey son, how you holding up?”

Ailee whined throwing herself on the floor. " We're practically done! The rest I'll finish some other time" I said checking every single detail in my new home. " Thanks, guys it looks amazing," I said laying next to Ailee." Who is staying here today? " I asked. " Unfortunately we've to go, Annabelle has class early in the morning, I've to take her home " Luke informed. " Ailee? Are you staying? " I asked and she nodded her hand yes. " I'm going back home" I whispered knowing Ailee will kill me for leaving her here." I didn't get all my staff, so I've to go back. will be back tomorrow "

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“I’ll heal but only if you stay right where you’re at.” XXX

Chapter 106: The Version of Me That Stayed I used to think the bravest thing I could do was wait. Wait for clarity. Wait for answers. Wait for someone to finally see me and say, you were worth choosing all along. But bravery, I’ve learned, doesn’t live in waiting. It lives in staying—especially when the only person left to stay for is yourself.

“No. I’ve been silent long enough.” She looked down at her fingers. “You defied your Alpha.” “I stood up for my mate.” Ilia met his eyes. “And what if he commands you to stay away from me?” Derrin stepped closer. “Then I’ll walk away from the Hollow. From the only life I’ve ever known. Because I won’t walk away from you.” She blinked, stunned into silence.

To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building. My move into the basement fell right on my birthday. Down on my knees, I scrubbed the moldy floor three times over. Then, with the little change I had left from my part-time job, I went to the convenience store and bought the cheapest discounted cupcake there. Just as I was about to light the candle, my phone suddenly blew up with a flood of push notifications. It was the local financial news—the headline read that Fabio's company had successfully gone public with a ringing of the bell.

The specific expression of someone who has been patient about something for a while and is glad to have their patience confirmed. "Okay," he said. "Okay," she said. They looked at each other for a moment. Then she picked up her book and he opened his laptop and the rain kept on outside and the Saturday went on being pleasantly unambitious and she sat there unable to concentrate on a single word and not minding even slightly. She texted Priya that evening. I'm staying. Officially. From March.

"Getting away. Getting free. But it's not. The hardest part is learning to stay." Sarah nodded, her gaze on the horizon. "The staying is the practice. The daily choosing. I didn't know that before. I thought the storm was the enemy. But the real enemy is the part of you that says you can't stay, that it won't last, that you don't deserve it." Maya stopped, turning to face the sea. "What do you say to it now?" Sarah was silent for a long time. Then she said, "I say, 'I'm staying anyway.' I say, 'I'll risk it.' I say, 'The roof will leak, but I'll patch it.'"

I was done messing up. I closed the book gently and whispered into the empty room… “I’ll stay. Always. No matter what.” Then I added again, voice stronger but simple… “You opened your door to me. So I’ll guard it with my life.” No matter what storms assemble. No matter what wars knock. No matter who undresses in his office again. I wasn’t running anymore. I was staying. And staying doesn’t need complex grammar. It just needs a body that refuses eviction from a heart that already signed the lease in blood.