Novel & Cerita Patriotism

His mother always taught him how some Omegas are so neddy that they can do anything for having rich Alpha. Family, loyalty-that's all Jonathan knew. All he was taught. Blood, blood was the strongest tie, not love. Certainly not passion. Emotion meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was honor. Respect. Dignity. He had to uphold his family's reputation, their integrity; he had to make his mother proud, and he could only do that by becoming the one thing that ensured a life of animosity and cruelty and indifference towards those who are differnt from them or poor for them, whose powers were fed by foul, unspeakable sources, who threatened to devastate the balance of life that was his miss

“He craved a mate and to have her, if he has to break all boundaries, he will.” “Yeah… We all know what the lack of a mate did to him. And his curse- not to mention it requires love as well.” Daniel told them. “I don’t know why guys… But I have a feeling it wouldn’t be a bond of love.” Jessica, the strongest member of the Blood Moon pack joined the conversation. “Then which other emotion could exist between mates?” Carl asked. “It would be of dominance, pride and of course… Hatred.” “Don’t be absurd, Jessica. Hate? Between mates?” Sandra shrugged off.

I observed him without emotion. Men like Daniil were always loudest when their dominance was unquestioned. Strip that away, and what remained was insecurity wrapped in nationalism. Their patriotism surfaced only when it elevated them. Their love existed only when it reflected glory onto their own names. Win, and you were a legacy. Lose, and you were liability. It was almost ironic that my mother had come from this bloodline. She was soft in ways that defied explanation. Gentle without being weak. Kind without expecting reward. I have often wondered how she endured a household ruled by men who treated affection like a transaction and measured worth by conquest.

What do you want to talk to me? Liam snorted. - Can you at least uncross your legs? The guard is looking at you. - Jealousy? - I provoked him. - You know I do. Liam rolled his eyes and sat across from me. Liam looked stressed, cool, there are two of us then. - You should be worrying about other things, not a guy who's eating me with his eyes. - Should I worry about the fact that I'm going to be a father, that I'm so damn lucky that my mother is the woman I love, and on top of that they're both trying to kill them?

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He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”

"But if I hadn't met you all, no one would care whether I lived or died. Today, I even felt suicidal... Being patriotic is so hard for ordinary people." "Patriotism isn't hard. It's just that some people's actions make it seem difficult." Amelia comforted her softly. "Patriotism, in a broad sense, means being willing to sacrifice everything for America. In a narrow sense, it means not breaking the law and being a qualified citizen—that's also patriotism." Amelia paused. "But your situation is different. You're Waldo's secretary, and you need to be discerning in your daily work. Although Waldo ruin