Novel & Cerita Possessing Nothing

I'd define it as, Old boring selves. I was tired of doing nothing once again. It was almost more than half month since I had agreed to his deal, and I was tired of going around each hall everyday trying to pass my time. I swear, if anyone asks me about this whole apartment, I could even tell slightest detail of each wall. Either that, or I spend my time sleeping. Today, I was getting furious of this boring day. So, I decided to do something. I was going through some usual posts on my i*******m when I saw a beautiful drawing made by someone.

"You possess no land, no military force, and no status. What exactly do you have to offer an Alpha of my standing?" His words are harsh, stripping away my pride, but they are the undeniable truth. I am poor, powerless, and marked by the shame of my pack. "I have nothing..." I trail off, my voice dropping to a whisper as my eyes fall to my lap. "I have nothing with me... except myself." The words hang in the narrow space of the carriage, thick and heavy.

It isn’t a complaint, just a fact. “We have each other. The effort. The uncertainty. The…” “The poverty,” she finishes with a small, genuine smile. “Real poverty. Not the pretend kind. Not a strategy. Just lack.” “Yeah.” We sit on the sheet-covered couch. Dust rises around us as moonlight spills through the open windows. “What do we do now?” she asks. “Tomorrow. Next week. The future.” “We build. From this. From nothing, actual nothing.” “With what?” I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I kept: my mother’s ring. It isn’t worth much on the market, but it means everything to me.

We looked at each other. "Do you think it is deliberate," I asked, though I already knew my own answer. "Power adapts," he said carefully. "It does not disappear. It repositions." "He said he was learning to build without possession," I said. "Yes." "This does not look like building without possession," I said. "No," he agreed. "It does not."

He could feel his own restraint fraying, the need to claim her completely almost overpowering. "I'm going to wreck you, alright," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "And I'm not going to stop until you forget your own name. Until all you know is me." He moved back up her body, his lips finding her neck once again. He nipped and sucked at her skin, marking her as his own, while his body pressed even closer to hers. His hands roamed over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low, possessive whisper. "Every part of you. And I'm going to make damn sure you remember it."

“It’s normal to feel that way… as long as you don’t put Ryan on a pedestal. Because they’re both ugly people. Both of them.” I let his words settle as I poured myself another glass of wine. Then I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. “Do you know her? Do you know Ryan? You speak like you know them very well.” He only shrugged, gave a faint smile, and took a sip of his whiskey, silent and unreadable. I didn’t press. “So anyway,” I said, more to the air than to him, “that’s me now. I have nothing. That’s what I just found out. I own nothing in my name. Nothing... Not money, not wealth, not a family... not love....”

"You think we don't know the rules? No money, no mercy. And you…You don't have *anything*." I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. They were right. I had nothing. No backup plan, no money, no Ryder to manipulate. My only option had been to ride this out until I could get my hands on his fortune, but now? Now I had nothing. I could feel my pulse quicken, the panic rising like bile in my throat. I had to think fast. "I'll get you the money, I swear—just—just give me a little more time. I have connections, people who owe me favors. I can—"

“I didn’t think I’d ever be the one saying that either.” I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms as I continued to stare at him. “What changed?” I asked. He exhaled slowly. “Losing everything,” he said. “It has a way of stripping you down to nothing. No status, no money, no distractions… just you and your mistakes.” His grip on the wheel tightened slightly. “And when you’re left with nothing but yourself,” he continued, “you either face the truth… or you break completely.” I was quiet for a moment.

I could have been at the fair with a date, maybe a boyfriend… “So, that’s really everything you have on you? What kind of woman doesn’t carry a purse full of shit everywhere?” he asks as his confrontational nature returns. The warmth in my belly dissipates, and I cross my arms again. “Not everyone can afford a five-thousand-dollar Prada bag. It’s better to have nothing than have a knock-off.” I can’t see him well, but he scoffs as though he’s amused. “Wow, that’s a fucking weird excuse if I’ve ever heard one. The fact that you have nothing else is highly suspicious, I hope you know that.”

I murmured softly, the words barely more than a breath. My fingers relaxed in my lap as I exhaled slowly. “It’s possession.” And somehow, that truth felt colder than anything else.