She Took Him, I Took Their World Novels & Stories

"She's not mad at you. She never said anything bad about you. And she did leave a message for you, Chester, so listen up. She said to tell you she had seen the world and didn't love you anymore. She also said she had learned a lot and wouldn't be a bother to anyone." After I said it, I sighed again. I knew that would only hurt him more, and it did. The despair in Chester's eyes was clear. He looked like he was falling apart.

The phone slipped from my fingers. The world went quiet. Deadly quiet. And then the roar started inside me—low at first, building, building, until it tore out of my throat in a sound that shook the windows. They’d taken her. Someone had taken my mate.

“I may protect the world. But I will never abandon you.” Her breath caught. She reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “Then don’t leave me behind again.” “I won’t.” We stood, side by side, watching the city below. Somewhere, alarms would rise. Somewhere, shadows would move. But here in this moment we chose each other. And I knew Whatever came next, I would change the world before I let it take her.

I whispered, a tear finally breaking free and tracking through the dirt on my cheek. The massive Alpha let out a fractured groan. He closed the distance, sweeping his heavy arms around my slender frame and pulling me flush against his burning chest. “I’ve got you. I have you. You’re mine.” “Yours,” I gasped, burying my face in the crook of his neck. It was a raw, feral explosion of repressed need. He didn't just hold me; he consumed me. Lifting me effortlessly from the mud, he carried me deeper into the woods, finding a sheltered, dry alcove beneath the roots of an ancient, overturned oak.

Because whatever world he stood in—She had already chosen to stand in it with him. ****tbc****

He paused and looked at me through the screen. “Do you hate her, Quinn?” I gave it some thought. In the distance, the mountain was solid and silent. Clouds drifted across its peak. Guests were coming and going through the bed and breakfast. They were chatting and laughing. “I don’t hate her, but I don’t forgive her. She just… has nothing to do with me anymore.” Chester nodded. “That’s good. Live a good life. For yourself and for Randall.” After ending the call, I went back to watering my flowers.

And in that moment, one truth carved itself into his bones: He would burn the world to ash before letting them take her from him.

She was a choice. And I would burn the world down before I let it take her from me.

She couldn’t see herself living like that. Vincent lifted her head so that they were eye to eye. He could see by the look on her face that she wasn’t going to choose him and his world. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at her because she deserved so much better than him. Sighing he stood up and offered his hand to her. “I should get you home. I have some things I need to take care of.”

Submitting. He knew what he had to do. He finally looked at his daughter, her ocean blue eyes, just like her mother's, looked backa rhim, blinking. His heart constricted thinking of what he was going. How could he blame this innocent bundle of blood and flesh for something it wasn't even aware of. Right then, he took a pledge for her, that he shall give his life to her. He was going make her what she was meant to be. The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world.