She Didn't Have To Cut Me Off Novels & Stories

Magic pulsing gently between our fingers. Skin thinner than I remembered. Small bones. She was… smaller. Somehow. But she was here. God, she was finally here. “I should’ve come last year,” she murmured against my shoulder, thumb rubbing slow circles. Rough voice. “Should’ve walked away with you.” “You have now.” I pulled away to press my palms against her cheek, studying her face. Glassy eyes, steady. Hard. Heartbreaking. “That’s what matters.” She nodded slowly. “I cut it. Cut the bond. Callum doesn’t know yet. Doesn’t really know. He felt it when it broke, but he’s too proud to see what that means.”

” She questioned *Hey, look at me.” I said, turning her to face me. “I understand that you feel overwhelmed….” “I think we should break things off.” She said, cutting me off. I paused and stared at her in utmost disbelief. She looked like she had already made up her mind and that there was no going back, but I couldn't just give up that easily. I'm sure she didn't mean what she just said; the situation from the past weeks had clouded her mind, and she wasn't thinking straight.

She stared blankly at the screen and murmured, "She deleted her number. She actually deactivated it…" The next second, she snapped her head toward Dad. "Was it you? Did you tell her to do all of this?"

I didn't need her to explain to me what she was trying to tell me. 'Bring her here, fast,' I said authoritatively before cutting off the mind-link.

I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off. “But you’re here,” she continued, her voice gaining strength. “You’re trying. And that’s what matters. That’s what has always mattered to me. I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to stay. To not run. I don’t want to have this conversation again. This is over. But if you feel terrified, talk to me.”

Angry red cuts lined her skin, faintly scabbed but still raw. Then she pointed at me. “You? Nothing. Not even a scratch. Your skin is glowing. Omegas don’t heal like that. Omegas take weeks.” My throat tightened. I sank onto the bed. “I… I don’t know what happened.” Her voice dropped, cool and sharp. “Explain.” I swallowed.

I cut her off " no I know all of that, it's something else which I can't tell you now mama -" she cut me off " firstly don't cut me off when I'm talking Alexa or you gon get it,secondly why can't you tell me? His my son your brother so whatever he did can't be that bad for you to not tell me. " she sighed " what did he do?" she asked again " I'm sorry mama but I'm not allowed to say anything until this is a solid case so please let me know when he gets back or if he calls or anything " I pleaded,making her sigh

Hospital walls, medical equipment, tension that had been hours in the making—and yet here she was laughing like none of it had happened. Or like it mattered, but wasn’t winning. When the laughter faded, her expression shifted again. More serious now. “I’m still upset with him,” she said. “I know.” “But…” she hesitated, then sighed. “I’m not cutting him off.” I nodded once. “Good.” That made her glance at me sharply. “That’s it? No dramatic speech?” I shrugged slightly. “You already do enough of those for both of us.” She snorted again, shaking her head.

” And just like that, she strutted off, leaving me with an incomplete sentence and full on complete shock. Because never had anyone cut me short, let alone leave me with an incomplete sentence. Knowing that someone did that sent slight irritation in me. And weirdly enough, I figured I wasn't so irritated as I should've by the fact that she had cut me off, but mostly by the fact she hadn't let me explain what I wanted to. It all worsened the moment my eyes fell on her in the distance. But this time, she wasn't alone. There stood beside her, Cole.

she cut me off. “I understand,” she said and leaned her head on my shoulder. She seemed to have calmed down or so I thought. I’m not good at comforting people but I can’t just watch her cry in pain. “Are you sure he’s not just trying to reject me? Maybe my scent is no good and…and..” I cut her off. “No, your scent is amazing, if he’s rejecting you then he’s missing out on a lot and he’s a jerk for not trying to get to know how sweet, caring, kind, beautiful, and friendly you are.”