Novel & Cerita No Longer A Pushover

I nod confidently. At this moment, I promise myself that I will never return to this place ever again and never look back at those people who stooped so low and hurt me.

And I nееd tо push back. He’s had роwеr оvеr mе bесаuѕе hе’ѕ аlwауѕ knоwn my оld frіеndѕhір with Neon nеvеr еndеd. Nоw thе brаѕѕ knows tоо, I’vе gоt nоthіng tо lose.

"Dad's here." My claws dug into his sleeve. Tears soaked into the worn leather. My bones were still cracking, but all I could hear was his heartbeat—slow and solid in his chest. The moon was full. Moonlight washed over me. And it didn't hurt anymore. My phone buzzed by my foot. A message from Rose, perfectly timed: [See it now, Molly? One call from me, and they'll drop you. Even if you became their mate, nothing would change. But hey—I might consider letting you have one of them. If you ask nicely.]

"Anyway, the past is behind us. Beatrice, please stop interfering in my life, alright?" Beatrice's jaw dropped, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. "What in the world are you trying to say?" "It's nothing important. I have errands to run. Please leave." Before departing, Beatrice left me with a final remark. "I do not consent to the divorce. Once I've sorted things out, I'll come back for you." With Beatrice pushed to the back of my mind, I officially began my studies in Austera. Freed from work obligations, I finally had plenty of time to spend with Parker. He slowly moved beyond the unhappiness of the past and made many new friends along the way.

I don't feel humiliation. I feel that same pull, quiet and patient, sitting right where it was last night. "This is insane," I whisper. "Probably." "I don't even know you." "No," he agrees. "You don't." "Yesterday I had a mate. Today I have a bag packed to leave my whole life behind and a strange Alpha telling me the universe picked someone new for me before the last rejection even finished bleeding." Something shifts in his face, the first real crack in that careful stillness. "I'm not asking you to accept it right now. I'm asking you not to run from it before you've even looked at it straight on."

his tone softened on the last sentence. Her demeanor changed in an instant on the soft tone and a small smile made it's way to her lips. "I never thought there would come a day when you would try to assure me. Screw that! I never even thought that we would get along." "Why not? I mean we instantly clicked." he sounded offended. He never took himself as someone unapproachable which was clearly a big misunderstanding on his part. "Did we sir?" "Didn't we Miss Taylor?" "I don't know." she shrugged with a playful grin.

I went down on one knee. A few worriors laughed. I forced myself up . the fight ended quickly after that, I was disarmed and sent aside. I did not look at anyone as I walked back to the line. One down , I told myself. Many more to go. The second opponent was heavier and stronger. this time around, I lasted longer. Not because I was better ,but because I learnt to move away, instead of meeting force with force . My arms burned badly, and my lungs were screaming for help but I never gave up I kept pushing and never withholding.

“I feel exposed. I feel weak.” “You are not weak.” “That is easy for you to say.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel him even without touching. “You are enduring something no one prepared you for,” he said. “And that is not weakness.” “Don’t try to sound kind,” I said. “It confuses me.” “Good,” he replied. “Maybe you will stop pushing me away.” “I don't push,” I said. “You loom.” His mouth twitched. “Fair point.”

She tried to yank herself away. He unhanded her immediately and clenched his hand. He shoved it in his pocket and brought it out with her phone. She held it from him, " Thank you. " She tried to walk away. But he held her hand again, " Noah is my brother. It's not gonna work there. And your brothers, they are the only two I know. I can't work with strictness. " She pulled her arm away and he didn't try to stop her. But he stared down at her with such intensity that she couldn’t help but shiver. He didn’t reply and turned to leave her alone as Matteo and Lorenzo walked with him.

"I turn all strength into dust." But this time, as the pain surged— I didn’t break. I didn’t bend. I pushed back.