Leaving Was The Only War I Won Novels & Stories

My hands trembled around Leah. Victory suddenly felt meaningless. The mountain. The war. The triumph. None of it mattered. Not if she wasn't breathing, not if she wasn't opening her eyes, not if she wasn't coming back. Jerry waited patiently. The warriors waited. Tombstone waited. Their Alpha should have been celebrating. Should have been giving orders. Should have been leading. Instead I stared at Leah. Fighting a battle inside myself, fighting the terrible thought trying to take root. The thought that she was gone, the thought that I had failed. The thought that despite winning the war, I had lost the only thing that mattered. My grip tightened around her. "No." I whispered it.

Failed miserably but didn’t care. Walking out together, hand in hand where anyone could see—that felt like victory. The war wasn’t over. Would probably never be over completely. But we’d won this battle. And that was everything.

to my dad before he passed away. “I didn't know, but my heart wanted to hate him for leaving me behind so early. I really don't like being alone, every night seems so cold without him.” I felt a warm tear fall down to my cheek that caused me to wipe it up fast. I couldn't explain it but all of a sudden I cried my heart out like I'm some kind of a child.

Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left. ... Just as I reached the entrance of the villa, I heard Damian Grant’s voice behind me. It was deep and commanding, as always.

Not toward victory or defeat, not toward any of the paths the war has offered. She walks toward something else entirely. Something I can't see, can't name, can't even imagine. But as she moves further from the mirror's edge, one truth becomes crystalline clear: The war isn't ending because someone won. It's ending because someone is walking away. And I have no voice left to call her back.

"I'll make sure of it." I watched as he turned to leave, feeling a mix of emotions. Relief that my plan had worked, but also a sense of unease. Ryker was a powerful foe, and I knew this wasn't something he would take lightly. The rivalry between the two packs would continue, and I would have to be vigilant and one step ahead, always staying one step ahead of the game. “Take care,” Fenrir said and left the room. As Fenrir left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, almost like I should break into a victory dance. I had played the game and won, but at what cost? Only time will tell.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

Even so, he insisted on having a wedding with Emily. I could see William standing at the altar. After the priest recited the oath, William kissed Emily's hand and affectionately said, "I do." At that point, I laughed at my own stupidity. When he told me he was leaving to negotiate that morning, I actually had a bit of hope in my heart. I wondered if he actually had something urgent to deal with. The more one trusted someone like William, the more he would treat them like a fool. After stepping down from the altar, William sent me a text.

He remained mute for a moment, then he rubbed his temple in a bid of frustration, “I’ll talk to the others if that’s what you’re asking. We’ll move the tree tonight.” The flicker of hope had turned into a whole ray within the blink of an eye. I smiled, for the first time since the moon goddess herself chose me. At this pace, I was to be done with the trials and go back to the comfort for my home and resume my healing. I would’ve brought peace to the three lands, ending the war of the Alphas once and for all….i would be left alone finally. “We should go.” Buck murmured from behind me, “Congrats Luna, you’re quicker than I expected.”

Adrian stayed in his seat for a long time before slowly getting up and leaving in disappointment. One month later, I received the divorce papers. And a message from Adrian. [Courtney, one last apology. I'm sorry. I wish you a smooth career and a full, happy life.] I smiled faintly and replied. [You too.] The end.