Novel & Cerita The Woman Who Survived Him

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.

She looked like the girl next door. He asked, “Was it both of you who saved me? Now that his mind was slowly regaining clarity, he could figure out some parts of the event judging by the situation. He could not help musing about how he managed to survive a great disaster after being saved by these two women.

"I can't just let you go. You're all I have left. All I think about. All that keeps me alive." "Then die," she repeated, gentler this time but no less serious. "Or find something else to live for. Because I'm not it. I'll never be it again. The version of me you loved, if you ever really loved her at all, she's dead. You killed her. And what's left is someone who survived you. That's all I am now. A survivor. And you don't get to be part of that story anymore." She walked out before he could respond, before she could see the full devastation on his face. The guards followed immediately, pulling the door shut on Lars's broken sobbing.

The particular complicated gratitude of a woman who has survived something and is sitting in the ordinary kitchen of the ordinary life she almost lost and finding it, in the sitting, more beautiful than she had been able to see when she was inside the worst of it. She was not grateful for the betrayal. She would never be grateful for the betrayal. That was not what this was. She was grateful for who she had become in the surviving of it. For the clarity and the voice and the business that was hers and the friendship that had held and the writing that had found her in the dark. For the knowledge of what she was capable of that she had not possessed before the year required her to discover it.

"You weren't supposed to save everyone, Steele." Amber looked at me. "What does that mean?" The woman continued. "You were sent there because of Anna." "I was told she might be on that plane." "Yes." "And when I arrived, everyone was dead except Amber." "That's what you believed." I felt a chill move through me. "What are you saying?" The woman looked at Amber. "Your parents weren't the only ones who survived that night." Amber froze. "What?" The woman's gaze softened. "Someone else survived."

Kaelen was smiling. Not the monster I had known. He looked young. Human. Almost gentle. And I was standing beside him. Holding his hand. I shook my head. "I didn't love him." The woman looked at me. "In that life, you did." "Then what happened?" She didn't answer. I waited. Finally, she whispered, "You killed him." My breath stopped. "What?" "You killed Kaelen." "But he survived." "Not then." She stepped closer. "You destroyed his body."

She didn't respond. I could tell she was fighting with herself again. Probably trying to find some reason to blame herself. So I gave her one more thing to think about. "You survived him. That's what I want you to remember." I pointed lightly toward her chest. "You're sitting here right now because he didn't win." "He killed you," I said quietly. "Maybe that's the strangest fucking thing I've ever heard in my life, but you're here." I didn't know what had happened to her.

I ask gently. “No. There’s no way. I don’t even know how she woke up. She lost so much blood.” “But she did wake up?” I ask. She looks around, as if making sure no one is in here with us before nodding. “He ordered all of us out, refused to let us clean her after she passed out. I still don’t know how she survived. But we saw him, we were waiting for him to tell us to prepare her for a funeral. He’d already killed Dr. Ollie. He did that when he lost his son, so we were all hiding, but watching. We loved her, you know?” she says sadly.