They Keep Pulling Me Back In Mga Nobela at Kwento

As if that same pull I’d felt in the forest the day I had been injured by the boar was resurfacing out of nowhere, just as strong and irresistible. I turned toward the treeline, toward the source of the pull. In that moment, a little voice in the back of my mind seemed to whisper… Over here…

I repeat, over and over, like maybe if I say it enough, time will go backwards. Inside the room, they're trying to bring him back. And out here…I’m falling apart. “Charge!” a voice echoes faintly through the door. A sharp sound follows. My breath catches. “No…” I whisper, shaking my head. “Please… please don’t do this…” “Again!” Another shock. Another attempt. And I feel every second of it like it’s happening to me. “Come on, Lucas…” I whisper desperately. “You promised… you promised you wouldn’t leave me…”

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

People did come back. Something was off tonight. That was all. “I don’t know what went wrong,” I admitted. “But this it's possible. You felt the pull before, right? So it’s possible. I just need more time to know what we did wrong tonight but you can’t give up. Either of you.” Adrian straightened. “You are right. I won’t give up. I felt the pull once... I will feel it again.” Echo nodded. “Sure. I won’t give up. It’s not like I have many options.”

Anger blazed hot in my chest as I tried to keep the lycan beast at bay. I haven’t felt this pull from him since my 18th birthday, and I will not allow history to repeat itself! “Kai! Kai, where are you?!” I hear the voice of Konstantin coming through our shared link. “Kon, I’m… I’m losing control. I can’t… his pull is too strong!” I breathe out, falling to the ground on all fours. If I shift now, I know he would have me in his grip. “I’m struggling to keep… struggling to hold him back, I-”

All I could think about was going home to be with—I stopped halfway through my sentence as what could be happening to me finally dawned on me. I was being pulled back to him due to the mating pull and each time I tried to resist the pull, it caused a sharp pain in my chest, making it difficult for me to breath. Wanting to stop the pain, I stopped trying to resist and welcome the idea of being with him which made everything less painful.

“I know I can’t ask for forgiveness. I just want to see you and the kids again. This is the alimony I owe you…” I brushed his hand aside. The card slipped to the floor. “Jared, I won’t stop you from seeing the children. But as for me and you, we’ll never meet again.” From ahead, Mark’s voice called out, reminding me of the afterparty. I glanced back at Jared and smiled. “Do you hear that? The flowers and applause waiting for me are all ahead. “I’ll never stop for the wrong person again.” With that, I turned and walked forward without looking back, leaving his sullen look behind me.

“Mr. Grant! Henry had the chance to save her! He was the closest! But he didn’t move. Not even a single step!” Richard’s gaze locked onto me, thick with killing intent. It was the exact same look he gave me the day I entered prison in my last life. I curled my lip into a faint smile. Yes, everything had returned.

The pull became unbearable. I stood up before I even realized what I was doing. The movement was almost automatic, like my body knew what I couldn’t bring myself to admit. I was being called back. And I hated it. I didn’t want to need them. I didn’t want to want them. Not when it felt like I was losing myself in the process. But the bond was relentless. I could feel it in my chest. The ache that had once been a gentle tug had become a force, an invisible chain wrapped around my ribs.

I should have let it go. I should have turned my back and moved on. But something in me refused. The need to see her again, to confirm to myself that she was real, that she was breathing and alive in this ruthless world, gnawed at my insides until I gave in. It wasn’t about what I wanted, not anymore. It wasn’t even about trying to repair whatever I had destroyed between us. It was just... this pull. A magnetic force that dragged me back to her, even though every rational part of me screamed to turn away.