The Woman In Me Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I continued my voice stronger now, the fire spreading through my chest warming the frozen parts of me. “Laugh at me. Call me names. Try to make me small. But you’re wrong if you think you’ve won. I’m not here for you. I’m not here for anyone but myself and this baby. You think you’re powerful? You’re just cruel women hiding behind his name. I don’t care about your power. I don’t care about your whispers or your looks. You can’t touch me here!” I said tapping the side of my stomach lightly. “And I won’t let you break me just because I’ve been quiet.”

I had found a new path, a new purpose, and a stage that truly belonged to me. I was no longer Carlen's mate. I was Irene, an independent, confident, and capable woman. At the research center, I'd continue my work, contributing to the advancement of treatment. I'd use my knowledge and wisdom to tackle more challenges and create even greater results. I'd prove through action that female werewolves were powerful, too. I'd inspire others to chase their own dreams like me. Carlen slapping himself meant nothing to me now. I no longer needed his apologies, nor did I care for his regret.

Like a woman who’d been taught to wear strength like armor — and still flinched when love came too close. I took a photo of that billboard and saved it. Not to look at her. To remind myself of what I’d lost. The night I heard her podcast was an accident. Paris. A rooftop gathering. Someone played her voice as background while we drank wine. And my whole world stopped. The cadence. The clarity. The ache. It was her. But different. Sharper. Like a match that had finally learned to burn without apology. I left that party early. Sat in my rental and listened to every episode from the beginning. By sunrise, I had already booked my flight. And I didn’t have a plan. Just a single belief I hadn’t fe

“Not for money. Not for peace. Not even for someone like you.” “Someone like me?” “Powerful. Untouchable. But still human.” My voice tightened. “Still capable of reducing someone to a convenience.” He didn’t argue. And that silence cut deeper than denial. I turned, hand brushing the door. The words slipped out, softer than a whisper, meant only for myself. “I thought you were different. But you’re just another man who sees women as tools.” I walked out. Past the music, the art, the hum of voices that didn’t know my world had just tilted.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the two of them. Ever since Colby had dragged me into the first livestream, I had been feeling deeply unsettled. Now, I just felt like a lamb to their slaughter. Feeling strongly uneasy, I gripped the blanket beside me and could hear another woman's faint moans from the room next door. Fear crept up my spine as I sat up and asked, "What are you doing here? It's late, and I need to go home." Instead of answering, Colby switched on the TV. The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me.

She regards me for a second, and then looks away and shrugs, “Your choice. I wouldn’t recommend only crying though. Crying’s good, and they were mean.” They were. But I shouldn't have expected more from Mor. She’s been a bitch for a while now. ”That’s a nasty thought.” The old woman with really white hair says, but again in that same vein she shrugs, “You are right though.” It takes my mind a while to catch up to what’s happening, and when I do I try to explain it slowly to myself. There’s a woman in the forests with me. A real woman…. who’s reading my mind. Like it’s an open book.

For these brothers, my body seems to be insatiable. I can’t seem to get enough. I want and I want, and I want and I want. What a selfish woman I am. A knock sounds on the door, and, with my mind in a haze, I can’t react fast enough before Steven enters and sees me holding this book.

Hector shouted, but the officers ignored him, cuffing him alongside Emma. My body lay on a stretcher, draped in a white sheet. My face was untouched, but the rest of me was charred, barely recognizable. Just as he'd wanted, I'd perished in that fire. Hector stood over my remains, a flicker of doubt creeping into his eyes. "What's this supposed to mean?" he asked. "This body is your wife, Sienna Jent. The person you've been looking for these past three months." The words hit him like a slap.

It might be one of those strongest parts. I must be careful. The woman’s voice broke the silence, though it was barely a whisper. “It’s there. The Knowledge.” She wasn’t looking at me now, her gaze focused on the book. The way her hands shook made it clear that she was afraid to get any closer to it, even though she had led me here. I could hear her heartbeat, a steady thrum in the background of the tense silence. I walked toward it without hesitation. My fingers brushed against the surface of the book, feeling the warmth radiating from its pages. But before I could pick it up, the air shifted once more.