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I watched them go, my mind reeling with anger and hurt. How could Emilia do this to me? Didn't she know how much I loved her? I turned and stormed back into the house, slamming the door behind me. I needed a drink. I stormed into my office, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn all the way down my throat. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Emilia, the woman I loved, the woman I was going to marry, was in bed with another man.

War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent. "Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall. Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely. "Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome

"I don't want to lose it. Do you love me, Elena? That was a very straightforward question and even he knew the answer of that, he still asked. He wanted to know if her heart changed and in this reality, he was the object of her affection. "What is it with you men and love?" Elena asked."It was you who said there was a war. "Wars are made of love," Jason said. "Hate is not even stronger to ignite a war." "You looked at a very different angle and what is it with me and this war you are preparing if it is love's the reason of creating the fire you are making?

I’ll nod when you write words you don’t mean. But in my heart, oh, in my heart—I will never forget. I’ll remember the sound of your voice on the other end of those calls. I’ll remember the way your hands shook when I caught you watching me. I’ll remember the pain in my chest, the way the world blurred, the way I almost died tonight. This isn’t love anymore. It’s war. And you don’t even know I’ve joined the battlefield. So go ahead. Keep writing on your little screen. Keep pretending you care. Because I’ll keep pretending too. Let’s see who wins. You hide. I seek.

he said, low enough that it felt like confession, “I didn’t choose love. I chose war. And you walked into both with your head high.” I swallowed—not from fear, but recognition. “And you,” I whispered, “didn’t crown me by blood. You crowned me by standing beside me when you could have walked ahead.” His mouth tilted. Razor and reverence. “Then let’s give them a dynasty they choke on.” So we kissed again, slower this time—not the calm before the storm, but the promise in the eye of it. Because people think love makes you weak in war. They’ve never seen what love makes you willing to destroy.

And then we ran. Not away from the truth. But toward it. Because love isn’t soft—it’s armor. And we were going to war.

"Well, the cat is out of the bag now, so there's no reason for me to keep the brat. And you had better leave my house the next time I see you!" Stan burst into tears right then. "Don't you see?! Oliver doesn't love you anymore! That's why he did this! Only I truly love you now—I don't care about anything else, I just want to be with you! Are you seriously choosing him after he thoroughly humiliated you?!" "Shut up! You don't get to talk to me like that!" Claire shrieked, cutting him short. "There's no reason for us to see each other anymore. I'll find Oliver and bring him home!"

and slips out. The room shrinks around the silence. I press a hand over my stomach, needing to feel something solid, something mine. He whispers, “You’re leaving.” “I need space.” “You said you loved me.” “I still do,” I breathe. “That’s the problem.” His expression breaks, slowly, painfully. “If I lose you.....” “You’ll survive.” He laughs once, rough. “No. I won’t.” “Yes, you will,” I say firmly. “Because this.....” I gesture to the wrecked room, the blood, the fear. “This isn’t love anymore. It’s war.”

Thoughts running through the minds of every wolf seated in the hall. “I’m not rejecting you,” I continued, my voice steady. “Being with you both has been an amazing journey. I got to learn the true definition of love and how to differentiate it from lust, I got to see the truth in me that I wasn't just born to be there. You both showed me what love truly is. But with both of you fighting against me, it isn't just love anymore, it is war, evil. It began to eat right into both of you, causing chaos. Tearing two brothers apart, I can't handle such. I can't be the one to make you both fight against each other again. The first war was enough, we can't go through with another one.”

" I loved you... without hesitation. Even when everyone asked me; if I was sure about you ? I said yes and I stood up and faught for you , for us. Why did you want to marry me in the first place ?" " You felt like a high I wanted to stay on... it wasn't until I talked to Daniel that I stopped. " " Are you in love with someone else Michelangelo?" " Yes ." " Who?" ©#KCMmuoe