Im Not The Hero Novels & Stories

"Because she's a good and nice person." Hero scoffed. "You are still a child, that's why you are fooled by her innocent looks," he said. Harley also scoffed, before saying, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm seven. No one is fooling me, I know she's good because my heart tells me so. unlike you Lord grumpy, you wouldn't know because you don't listen to your heart." "Why do you say that chubby?" Hero asked, raising his brow.

He said. "You're my hero Hunter, no matter how much you deny it. You saved me. You've been doing that since the beginning." I whispered before yawning softly. I was extremely tired. A day spent talking to Gina, avoiding Miles, dancing like my life depended on it and getting accosted by Tom would do that to anyone. It was definitely because of that I didn't hear him tell me. "I am no Hero Veronica."

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

“Not being murdered.” “You were going to kill him,” I say. My whole body feels shaky. “It crossed my mind.” The casualness of this leaves me boiling. “ You know what? I don’t buy it anymore.” “Don’t buy what,” he snaps. “That you’re just some angsty hero, who only kills the bad guys.” He crosses his arms. “I never said I was a hero.” “You want people to believe it. You - you’re manipulative. And we all did believe, until…”

“I’m not a hero, I can assure you. I’m the complete opposite.” He was wrong. I was staring up at one. He just didn’t want to believe it. “You’re my hero.” “I’m very flattered,” he said, trying to brush it off, but I wouldn’t let him. I kept my grip on his arm. “I mean it, Julian. I’m not joking. You’re a hero.” I laughed. “Better than any romance story I’ve read, and I’ve read a lot of them.” “Yes, well, that’s probably because I’ve swept you into my own depravity. I shouldn’t take advantage of your gratitude.”

I spat, shoving him away. Justin straightened his jacket, unfazed. “Oh, Hollis. Always the hero, aren’t you? Guns blazing, heart bleeding for the damsel in distress. But let me tell you something.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Heroes don’t win. They suffer. Just like you will.” Derrick, my second-in-command, shifted behind me, his rifle trained on Justin. Even Derrick, steady and unshakable, looked uneasy under the weight of Justin’s words.

"The same way you left me alone." "That was different. You were scared and vulnerable, in danger if the wrong predator came along. I wanted to make sure you were all right." "And you think your friends wouldn't forgive a guy who thinks nothing of chasing after some crazy broad in the woods without a thing to his name just to be a hero?" He snorted with clear disdain. "I'm no hero." "Whatever, superdog." His eyes widened. "What did you call me?"

Now I just feel tired. I text back: I'll be there. No enthusiasm. No political scheming, just resignation. Tomorrow I'll put on my Alpha heir face and play the part. But tonight, alone in my apartment with an empty whiskey bottle and a head full of regrets, I let myself admit the truth. I'm not the hero of this story. I never was. I'm the cautionary tale. The guy who had a chance to be better and chose to be exactly what he was raised to be—another power-hungry wolf using people for personal gain.

“You’ve been a joke since birth. And now you think you’re… what? Some kind of hero?” My jaw clenched, but I didn’t let them see the shake in my hands. Instead, I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and held my gaze. “If being honest and standing up for myself makes me pathetic,” I said, voice low but steady, “then I guess I’m proud to be pathetic.” Lucas was close now, silently walking by my side. I could feel his presence, a steady anchor, but he didn’t speak for me. That was my fight.

“I told you he’d do anything to save you.” I paused, swallowing hard. She didn’t gloat. She didn’t smirk. She just said it like she had been watching this storm long before I ever stepped into it. “You think that makes him a hero?” I asked quietly, almost defensively. “No,” she said. “But maybe it makes him... human.” I looked away, jaw tight, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. “It shouldn’t matter. What he’s done… It doesn’t get erased because he stepped into fire for me.”