Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

My mate and beauty was standing out alone in the veranda, staring into space, as she got lost in her thoughts. She didn’t even know how much courage it took me to come and face her after what she said. She didn’t understand how ungrateful she made me feel to what I had. I had a family by my side, regardless of the mistakes that have happened, and regardless of whatever lies or secrets, I at least knew that I could go somewhere if I needed it. I just realized that she literally had no one, and that alone broke me more than I could express.

“I chose him.” “And now you don’t have that choice.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because they strip everything down to one truth. He’s not here. And I am. Alone. My hands curl into fists. Trembling. Not weak. Not helpless. Something else. Something darker. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “Yes.” “I’m still standing.” Barely. “But I am.” The space responds. Subtly. Like it’s listening. Like it’s waiting.

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Not even Mother. And then he was gone. They all left. And I was alone. Just me. Standing there. Wet, cold, and abandoned, like I was the most insignificant person in the world.

The same man who made promises that had rooted themselves into my bones, who made me believe—truly believe—that I would not be standing here alone. And yet… Here I was. Alone. A cold gust of wind curled around me, slipping beneath the thin silk of my ceremonial robes, white and untouched, unworn by the mark of a mate. Around me, the others stood with their chosen ones, bonds solidifying under the full moon’s glow. Their wolves rumbled in satisfaction, their auras humming with strength. Even the air itself seemed to bow to them. I was the only one. The realization was a physical thing—a sharp, twisting agony that coiled deep in my chest and threatened to consume me whole. My stomach hollowed,

“I don’t know… but maybe yeah…” “Irony is, no matter what you do, you will find yourself alone when you need someone the most. That’s a universal step one needs to take to become the strongest version of themselves. I know it won’t be easy because I’ll not always be there. The same goes for Zephyr and the others. You’ll have to befriend your mind and conquer your fears. Do you understand?” “I tried. But sometimes… it just hurts too much to endure alone…”

Naked, blindfolded, humiliated, and the worst, Alone.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

No one who would understand. I was completely alone.

“You’re not.” She looked at him. “I’m gone,” he continued. “But what I gave you isn’t.” Her breath trembled. “Then what do I do?” There was a pause. Then he spoke. “Stand.” His words were simple. “But this time… stand for yourself.” The space around them began to shift again. Fade. “No—” Serena stepped forward quickly. “Wait—” But it was already happening. “I’m not ready—” “You are.” His voice softened.