Mertuaku Yang Perkasa Novels & Stories

"I have ways of ensuring your precious mates will not be able to protect themselves anymore. They will be weakened, drained of their strength, and by the time I give more beasts for my hunt, they won't stand a chance." I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening. "You may have your tricks, Markus, and I won't be surprised. Cowards do that." His eyes narrowed. "My mates are resilient, and they will fight for each other and for me. You can try to break them, but they will only emerge stronger, not even your magic can handle it."

I’m not strong and I’m not cute. "God!" I blurt out, my fists clenching and my eyes aching as I hold back my tears, "You never listen to what I have to say! I'm strong. I'm doing everything right. I'm as good as any alpha and I can do anything I damn well please!"

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

I feel more more and more pressure and power being pushing against the door , how ever I stand my ground and push back. “Fucking hell…how fucking…strong are you?!” I hear one of the guys say , through grinded teeth. “ I am the strongest bitch you will ever know – now bring it on , I can do this all fucking night you pussy” I growl out to them. I feel them push even harder , yet I am still standing strong. I feel a sense of pride wash over me , yet I can not relish in it as I am trying my hardest to safe me. I feel the power that they put in to pushing the door , slowly begin to fade. I feel a relief as even I was getting a bit tired.

Nevertheless, I remain steadfast, for I am not embarking on this venture alone. With every step I take, I can feel the indomitable strength of my alpha form coursing through my veins. It is a power that emanates from deep within, a primal force that fuels my determination and fortitude. It is a reminder that I am capable of facing any adversity that may come our way.

With tremendous power like a raging wave, it punched him hard. "A mere half-step Will puppet dares to act presumptuously in front of me?" "Power Shaking the Sky!" "Violent Fighting Soul Increase!" "Break for me!"

“Stronger than anyone, stronger than any darkness.” My wolf purred beneath my skin, a low hum of triumph, of completion, of survival. I exhaled slowly, letting the tension of years, of battles, of fear, of uncertainty wash away. The pack was safe. The Crescent pack had endured. And I—Mara—had claimed my place, my strength, my bond, my love, my power.

“But what if….” “No what-ifs,” Marcus said firmly. “You want to overcome doubt? Then stop giving it room in your head. Stop letting it rent space. Because you're strong and worthy. You are the Luna your children need, the warrior the prophecy requires, and the woman who survived the impossible. Say it.” “Marcus….” “Say it,” he commanded. “Out loud. ‘I am strong. I am worthy.’ Say it like you mean it.” I took a breath. “I am strong. I am worthy.”

he says, his voice low but resolute. A surge of pride and hope swells within me as the noise crescendos, the dungeon vibrating with the collective power of the wolves. We are packed. We are strong. And we will not be broken.