Novel & Cerita Reasons To Stay Alive Matt Haig

I had tried to talk to them sure but I knew they had their orders so yesterday I just gave up and only ever thanked them for the little kindness they were allowed to offer me. I knew Elstan would be coming today at some point. Despite my pride I had decided I would lay my own ego aside for once and submit. My packs safety was of greater importance to me and I feared for them and my best friend if I didn't submit. There was never any doubt I would always put them first. Especially Amelia because at the end of the day she was all I had left to fight for anymore since my parents were gone.

His voice remained calm, “This isn't about keeping you locked away; it's about making sure if someone reaches you, you survive.” I looked away, because he was right. I hated remembering the attack, the sound of gunfire, the cold ground beneath me, and the feeling of waiting to die. I had spent my entire life believing danger was something other people dealt with until it found me. “I'm not becoming one of your soldiers,” I said. Matthew didn't even hesitate, “No, you're becoming someone who survives.” That was exactly what I wanted, not revenge, not power, just the ability never to feel helpless again.

They were turned inward, listening to something no one else could hear. “Are they following?” He didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head, eyes toward the clouds. Then “Not yet. But one of them survived the blast.” I stopped. “Who?” He met my eyes. “Maurice.” Of course. Of course he did. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. The taste of copper grounded me. “He never dies,” I muttered. But Rhett looked at me again. Steady. “Neither did Ethan.”

I was avoiding my parents as it was. Later on we shared some laughs and talked about the pack and life here. Matt told me about his childhood and some of his hardships. He said he got the wakeup call to abandon that rogue life when he watched his older brother died by other rogues. He wanted a family and hoped to meet his mate soon.

Every emotion claims me at once. She can’t die. Not after everything and not like this. I feel it in my heart and soul that I don’t want her to die now. I can never watch life fading away from her eyes. My breath is stuck in my throat but when I look at her closed eyes, I finally breath. I have to do something. That’s my first thought. “ Shit! I told her to stay at the pack house. How can - how can this happen to her…” Matthew is already crying, because he knows the chance of her survival is one out of hundred.

Why the fuck did he have antidotes? But then again, I shouldn’t be surprised that he had antidotes. After everything we had been through, it made sense that we would be stocked up on everything we needed to keep ourselves safe. He shot me a look. “What part of paranoid freak with trust issues did you forget?” Matt ran inside. I was forced to lie there for a while, just staring straight ahead. Okay, my body still felt like it was burning. I couldn’t believe that I might die. You know, I didn’t want to die. No one wanted to die. Everyone wanted to live.

Matt blurted out. “All I am saying is he is not responding to the treatment. He doesn’t want to live anymore. We tried everything, but he said there was no aim for him to live this life. The girl he loved left him, and he lost hope. The medicine and the therapy could only work if the person wants to live his life.” My eyes welled up with tears and hearing that broke my heart. Matt gripped my hand for support, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Can we see him?” Matt asked.

I nod, trying to convince myself that my mate will come out of this as my eyes stay glued on the hallway they have taken her down. Clara’s hand touches my shoulder. I turn to face her and watch as she looks down at Matt, who is covered in blood with deep gashes throughout his body. “We need another doctor!” I scream as I kneel on the floor before Matt. “Matt, You look at me!” His eyes are distant as he lifts his gaze. “You are one of Briar’s favorite people. Don’t you go dying on me. I need you to be here for her and me.” “I did this. If I had just stood down, she would be ok.” He whispers as tears fall to the ground, mixed with blood from the cut on his face. “Why did you fight him?” I ask

“That’s the risk. But what’s the alternative? Staying human, waiting, hiding… running forever? You survived once. You survived the worst. This… this is just the next step. And you won’t be alone. I’ll be with you. We’ll figure it out.” Her words lingered, heavy but warm. I stared down at the coffee in my hands, swirling the dark liquid as the sky outside deepened into dusky purple. I thought of Rallen, the ash, the screams, the people I couldn’t save. And then I thought of Mae, of Kraithan, of the chance to stop someone like that from ever hurting another village. I took a deep breath. “It’s… terrifying.” Mae nudged my shoulder gently. “Good. It should be. That means you care. That means you

Their gratitude struck harder than any accusation could have. An old general stepped forward next. though age bent his back, his voice remained steady. “Do not blame yourself for the two civilians who died, Your Highness. They ran to help when the saw your guards bleeding. They chose to save others.” His gaze softened. “They had no family left. The war took everyone they loved. Their only request was to be buried with dignity.”