The Woman Who Survived Him Novels & Stories

she wasn’t a guest in his world anymore. She is the woman who had walked through fire, and survived. And from this day on, anyone who came for her… would answer to him.

“You’re unbelievably strong. You’re amazing and I have no clue how you’ve done it. I would have broken if someone had done something like that to me. How did you manage to survive that?” Kane couldn’t understand it. His mind was boggled and his heart was breaking as he stared at this small woman that seemed to defy all the odds. Everything that she had been through had been designed to break her and those women had been the test subjects. He drew in a deep breath and once again pulled her into his arms. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. “What you went through, you shouldn’t have survived it.” Kane whispered.

A human turned wolf was hard enough, but in those conditions, it was a miracle she was alive. “I’ll call in and see what I can find out once we find these people. Just remember how strong she is to get through all of this. I’m sure she’ll be fine.” “Fair enough. The woman is a lot stronger than anyone gives her. She’s always been a survivor. It is why I walked away. She’d been through enough.”

"H-Help… Help… me…" At last, he found a young woman lying on a hospital bed in the innermost ward. She was barely breathing. She had a gunshot wound in her left shoulder, and the bullet had missed her vital organs by mere inches. He realized the devils must have fled in too much of a hurry to confirm every victim's death. That was the only reason she had survived their grasp. "Quick! Get the medics in here now!" Cyrus' eyes reddened with emotion. "We have a survivor!"

It's such a big fuck you to everyone who ever dared to hurt her, even if they're dead. This woman has survived more than most. And it's an honor to call her my wife. THE END ************************************************************************************************************** Thank you to everyone for reading this story! I highly appreciate it and can't wait to write more! I would be honored if you would take some time and leave a review, I would love to hear from you!

I place a hand on my chest. "I know but it doesn't change the fact that a part of him is still connected to me. I still have love for him, you know that, but I refuse to go through any of that ever again." She nodded. "I know sis. Besides you're better off without him. Perhaps it's time to consider a chosen mate." I shrug. "Maybe. Zariah seems persistent that we have a second chance mate but I don't know who or if I will ever meet him."

She stood up, leaning heavily on her cane, and pointed it directly at Jax’s chest. "Put on your big boy pants, Jax Blackwood, before you walk another inch out of this room!" she thundered. The force of her voice made the monitors flicker. "Get that doubt out of your head right now. Do not let that woman down by mourning a 'human' who has already fought harder than most Alphas I’ve known. We know nothing yet except for one certainty: she survived because she is strong, and she is changing because the blood of your son won't let her die."

She coughed and clutched her palm to her weakening heart as she finished her song. She knew she was dying slowly. She, too, wanted to die because she was weary and weak. Her loved ones were murdered, her family was executed in front of her, and her people were slaughtered by the knights. Because of that man, she was the only one who survived... "Amerie." His voice echoed the empty room. Speaking of the devil. The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her.

Except she was supposed to be gone. The old woman stopped several feet away. "You remember me." The former King's face darkened. "That's impossible." The woman smiled sadly. "No." A pause. "Not impossible." The silver light around her flickered. "Necessary." The clearing remained silent. The old woman looked toward Nova. Love filled her expression instantly. "You survived." Nova looked confused. "I don't know you." The woman's smile trembled. "No." A tear slid down her cheek. "But I know you."

she whispered. The woman leaned closer. “The Moretti men… they don’t survive for themselves. They survive for what they love. If they have nothing, they let death take them.” Victoria’s jaw trembled. “You’re wrong,” she whispered. “He’s strong. He’ll live.” “Then pray he believes you are worth the fight,” the woman replied coldly. “Because no one survives two bullets unless they have a reason.” Before Victoria could respond, the operating room doors burst open.