Seven Days To Lose Me Novels & Stories

“I need you to find out which hospital Xander took Matty to. Get proof they were both there. I want solid evidence that she didn’t attend the event.” “Got it,” she replied, excited in her voice. “But are you okay going to the Tri Hotel alone?” “Don’t worry about me. Matty’s assistant will be there,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. She sighed but didn’t argue. “I’m going to take back everything I lost,” I told her, my voice fierce with conviction. “And when I rise again, I’ll ensure they feel every ounce of the fall.” “Wait—are you going back to modeling?” she asked, stunned.

The place where I would prove my strength again. The wind brushed against my face as I whispered quietly, “Seven days. That’s all I have.” And deep down, I knew I wasn’t just fighting for the tournament. I was fighting for something much greater, my future, my freedom, and the tiny heartbeat I had vowed to protect at all costs.

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 Two months. Two long, exhausting, soul-draining months of fighting off my crazy ex who thought she could wreck my life. And honestly? I’m just... drained. Every day feels like a battle to keep the pack stable, keep my head above water, and keep my heart from breaking into pieces. I swear, I need a break. Not just a weekend getaway, but maybe a full escape—a flight to anywhere but here. Perhaps someplace where I can sleep for seven days straight to make up for the disaster of a year I’ve had.

Seven days. I had been locked in this bedroom for exactly seven days. I counted the passage of time by the way the pale winter light shifted across the hardwood floorboards and disappeared behind the heavy curtains. Seven days had passed since the freezing rain. Seven days since his weight crushed me into the mattress, and the raw, agonizing scream tore out of my own throat. The sound proved my voice was not dead. It was alive, and the realization terrified me so deeply I had not made another sound since.

I asked, swallowing past the dryness in my throat. “Seven days,” she replied gently. Seven days. The number echoed in my head, too large, too distant. A whole week… gone. Lost somewhere between breathing poison and refusing to die. “…I see,” I murmured, though it didn’t feel like I understood it at all. Ana helped me sit up, careful, steady, guiding a glass of water to my lips. My hands trembled as I held it, the coolness grounding me just enough to feel present in my own body.

A collection that would bring him down. Five weeks. The show of my life. The fight of my life. And this time, I wasn't going to lose.

My wolf should be dancing, right? But instead… fear sat in my throat. A heavy knot. Dark. Tight. Burning. What if he still looks at me with that cold gaze? What if he doesn’t want me still? What if nothing changes? What if I am still an invisible bond he didn’t ask for? Seven days. Seven days without one look. Seven days without one word. Seven days of silence. I rubbed the hem of my top between my fingers to distract myself. “Okay,” I said simply.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

And I needed her to forgive me. Mia blinked. "What?" "I said, go." My voice was flat. No emotion. She bit her lip, then slowly got up from the couch. When she passed me, she stopped, tilting her head up to look at me. "Knox, she's just an Omega. You're seriously going to throw everything away for—" "Out." I shoved her out the door and closed it behind her. Then I stood in that empty living room for a long, long time.

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.