That Was His Mistake Novels & Stories

He knew what he had done, but he no longer wanted to use Sophie and Beth as excuses. His mistake was his mistake alone.

Then he sighed, exhausted and the sound seemed to pull all the air out of the room with it. “It was a mistake,” he informed me quietly, voice steady despite the tremor I could still hear underneath. “I was high from the drink and the pain medication, and I wasn’t in my right mind that night. I’m also giving you the benefit of the doubt and assuming you weren’t either. It was a messy mistake. One that won’t repeat itself.” A mistake, huh. Yeah… what the hell was I expecting? A declaration of love? God, I’m so fucking stupid.

"When, then?! When do we talk about stuff? I feel like you're mad at me, and I want to talk about it!" "This is a mistake…" he muttered. "What?" My eyes were already stained with tears. "What is a mistake?" "This." His voice was firm. He meant it. "living under the same roof as you. Why did I think it would make any sense?" I scoffed, unable to process what I was hearing. I snapped back into reality. I must have forgotten where I belonged for a second there. He was a man I knew nothing about. Of course, it was a mistake. "You're right. It is a mistake."

He died the day he got his memory back. The Alpha King Eric of today was worlds away from me. He was the moon in the sky, and I was just worthless dust. He was a big shot in the business world, while I was just a little pebble he’d once stepped on, easily kicked aside. Just like a firefly can never compare to the moon, he was destined to be with an Alpha who shone just as brightly. If that was the case, why make myself miserable? Why be a stumbling block in his path?

Instead, he grumbled, "Do you know what time it is? Why are you just coming down now?" Suppressing the discomfort gnawing at me, I forced a smile. With one hand on my lower back, I strolled over and sat across from him. "It's all your fault," I whined. "You were way too rough last night. I could barely keep up. And now, my back hurts." As soon as I said it, Preston's grip faltered. His coffee mug tilted, and a few drops splashed onto his shirt. I grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the stain for him. "What's wrong?" I asked, playing dumb.

“You disappeared leaving me behind, And you’re asking me why I’m here?” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and hollow in the tiled room. “You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did. Not after the way you ended things.” I hissed. His jaw flexed. He took a step forward, deliberate, unhurried, the kind of movement that made it clear he knew exactly how much space he was closing between us. I stiffened but didn’t retreat, even as my pulse thundered in my ears. “I made a mistake,” he said. “A catastrophic one. And I’ve lived with it every day since.”

"What’s the point of dragging me back here?" He exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck—a gesture I once found endearing but now found irritating. "I need you to understand something, Eloise." "Understand what? that you think a trip down memory lane will fix everything?" My voice rose with each word, echoing off the walls. "I made a mistake," he admitted, his tone softer than I’d ever heard it. "The biggest mistake of my life. I was stupid, selfish, and scared. But I never stopped—"

His smirk was awkward and annoying. “I think you made a mistake.” I told him point blank. “Mistake? I don’t make mistakes, Harlyn. You are here in front of me. My plans are going accordingly. No mistakes.” Oh, if only he knew. “I am sure, you have made a grave mistake that might cost you.”

I wave goodbye to them as I rush out the door. Sighing with defeat, I pick up the pace, knowing that I will have to run the entirety of the way there to make it on time. I couldn't afford to be even a second late. The Macafee family had already disgraced the Ramono family once. We couldn't afford to have another incident happen. When I reach the packhouse, my entire body is covered with sweat and panting hard. I have to hold myself up with my palms against my knees as I try to catch my breath.

He was a topic she had always wanted to avoid for as long as she could. “Get over yourself Anna. I’m the one right next to you, not him!” He didn’t know why he suddenly felt insecure, just standing there and staring at her. But it pissed him off that she might really mean what she had said. Yesterday was a mistake. “You might not want to hear this Dylan but you’re a mess. You always want to have things your way but know the world doesn’t revolve around you,” Anna turns around and walks straight to her car, not sparing him a glance before driving off in full speed.