Our Fault Book Ending Novels & Stories

she said between shallow breaths, “do you honestly think this is your fault?” Mimi’s eyes darted to the floor, her expression crumbling under Mia’s gaze. “Of course, it is,” she whispered, guilt lacing her tone. “I shouldn’t have left that day then he wouldn't have found us.” “Yeah, sure, it's your fault. Happy? Arguing with you over this is pointless, what has happened has happened. It is what it is.”

Everything gathered down there, and there was so much I wanted, or rather needed, to say to get it off my chest, and in that moment, I ended up confiding in Greta. “Is it about Guila and your friend?” She asked calmly while gently rubbing my knee. With tears in my eyes, I nodded my head, feeling a wave of fear and coldness envelop me. “I just can’t stop thinking about how they are. I don’t know if they’re still alive. I don’t know what Nello might be doing to them if they are still alive. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. I should have been able to protect them, but I couldn’t. I should have been the one with Nello, but here I am, seated on a bed. It’s all my goddamn fault!” I finally sn

“The one on top is your resigning and the second is me taking over. If you don't understand, let me know.” “I believe I do.” Taking the Bic from him, I set the record straight. It was painful letting these things go, but everything was my fault at the end of the day even though a part of it came from Seraphina who caused all of these. Maybe if I was honest enough, all of these would not be happening. None of it at all—I caught up with the end of the page in a short while, then looked up at the old men, then at my cousin who moped at me with a smile on his countenance—leaving me to think about what I was about to do and wondering also if it was right.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

Vienna's POV: Fynn's words reached me after a pause, but even that small duration of time was enough to completely flip his tone and the emotions playing in his heart. "I know it wasn’t your fault, Vienna… it was never your fault, it wasn't even Kai’s fault In fact, all the mistakes are on my end. I am the dumbest person alive, who hasn't just messed things up completely, but now that it is already late… still, it is taking me a lot of effort to accept my fault."

I nodded and tried to look away but he held my chin. "You know that it isn't your fault, right?" he asked softly I shrugged and pushed his hand away. "I'm embarrassed. I should have ended it sooner. I'm not some weak girl, I can handle it, ok? Like I said, I don't need a hero." I said. "This isn't your fault, it's his. You couldn't have known that he was going to change like that" Eve said and Keri and Sally nodded. I shrugged. "I'm going to kill him" Leo said and Van added "I'll help".

Jo assures me, and I shake my head sobbing into her chest. “He’s not. He’s not fine at all. I saw the look of defeat in his eyes.” I whimper. “If anything happens to him, it will be my fault. I drove him to this; it's my fault!” I exclaim, and Jo holds me tighter. “Shayla, shh, none of this is your fault babe, you did nothing wrong,” Aimee assures me, and I shake my head.

“This is my fault now? If I remember correctly, getting kidnapped happened because of your brilliant plan. And the guy at the bar was thinking with his dick. I didn’t do anything.” He exhales sharply through his nose. “I didn’t say it was your fault.” “No? Because from where I’m standing, that’s exactly what this feels like.” The words come out more slurred than I’d like. Or maybe I’m imagining it. God. My stomach is starting to roll. Shaun closes his eyes for a brief second. “If something had happened to you—” Again. He stops himself. Like whatever he was about to say is something he refuses to let out.

That scared me more. “I don’t know,” I said. “I didn’t even notice them.” “That’s the problem,” he replied. “They noticed everything.” “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said quickly. “I know,” he said. “But knowing doesn’t stop damage.” That stung. “So this is my fault now?” I asked. “No,” he said at once. “This is their fault. But we pay the price.” I laughed softly. Bitter. “That seems to be the pattern.”

“Look what happened, it wasn't all your fault. I have fault in it too. I never planned on accepting you the first time, I wanted to be free. You rejecting me was my way out because I don’t think I would have been able to do it. But when I came back I knew the bond wasn’t fully broken. However I was mated and in love with Izaiah. I panicked when the bond became so strong so soon after he was gone, I felt like I was betraying him and needed to mourn him before moving on. If I had stayed what happened couldn’t have happened. I am not saying you are innocent or that I even forgive you for what you did but I have fault too and I am sorry you lost Zander.” We sit in silence for a bit drinking our