Trapped Headstrong Novels & Stories

She tried to twist her wrist and free her hand from his deadly hold but whom was she kidding, she was no match to his strength. “Not until you answer my damn question?” He gritted out roughly gripping her hand more tightly. She wiggled for some time before she gave up. “You want to know what I was doing with Daniel. Then listen, I was requesting him to find another investor in your place because I don’t want to work with a pathetic, low mentality person like you who has zero respect for woman.” Adam’s mind only registered that part of her answer where she said that she was discussing about another investor excluding the rest which is why his nerves calmed a bit. He watched her for some time

There was no way I'd give him my trust unless he earned it himself in righteous ways. But that goal seemed hard to achieve, for both him and I. While he might make use of given chances to prove himself worthy of my trust after all, I was afraid that I simply lacked the strength and patience to give him another chance. I was well aware that I tend to overthink when I consider the matter of letting some on into my close circle. Since Alan had already disappointed me, quite abundantly, he had essentially shot himself in the foot by doing so. He'd eliminated any chances he had with reconciling with me.

I said, flustered. "There’s nothing you can do to change it now," he said. "Really? You think I can’t do anything?" I asked, giving him a mischievous smile. He pulled me into his arms again, so suddenly that I wasn’t prepared. "Listen to me. You agreed to this already. There’s no turning back now," he said firmly. "Fine, Mr. Callaghan. I’ll go along with it, but I can’t say I trust you—not when you’re so eager to touch me."

Every step of the way, something had been stacked against me. Yet I had come out victorious. I had become incredibly strong all without a wolf to help me. Only a fool would back down from Zephyros and the elders’ proposal. I just had to prove myself one more time. That was all. Once I made up my mind, no one no one could shake me or change it. Call me stubborn, determined, hard-headed, whatever you want. I just wanted this over with. “Nyra,” Vaerith said gently, pulling me closer and looking into my eyes as he shook his head. “It’s a trap. Please listen to me.”

The wolf replied, sounding desperate. Whoever was in more need would win, though. Once they realized it was Tristan, neither would respond. Because neither of them could ensure that Tristan Stein was the only member of the Stein Pack whose head was boiling. They were both unaware of Tristan. He was a conceited young man who constantly put his ego and feelings first. No one could challenge him on a single issue, and none could even get him to refrain from acting hastily. However, now that Tristan has found his Mate, his emotions and arrogance may no longer be apparent. Even so, the young man had made sufficient effort.

Joseph's POV My head throbbed violently from the slap Trish gave me; it sent shockwaves right through my skull. I hadn’t known she had that much power in her. I had mistaken her frail frame for weakness and tried forcing her to get intimate, but who knew she’d react like that?

The air was filled with the familiar, soothing scent of herbs, and for the first time in weeks, her nerves finally began to uncoil. Fred and Wynn saw her to the door and left quickly—they knew they were on another pack's turf. In the living room, her family huddled around her, their pheromones thick with worry. "Dad, Mom, it's okay," Trista said softly, looking at their tear-filled eyes. "He was just trying to scare me into coming back. He didn't actually cross the line." Her father, Randolph, let out a heavy sigh, his face full of disappointment. "I thought he was a steady, reliable Alpha. I never realized he was a goddamn headcase."

“Even if we wanted to adjust the terms, there is no legal requirement for us to do so. You agreed, Mr. Campbell.” His blood turned to ice. They weren’t just pushing back—they were telling him, to his face, that he was trapped. A slow, suffocating pressure built in his chest. His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palm. He could feel the weight of his mistake crushing down on him. He had been so eager to prove himself, to solidify his company’s standing, that he hadn’t seen the trap being laid out in front of him. He had been too arrogant to listen.

All they know and respond to is whoever displays the most strength. The cries get louder and louder as I close in, and I wince when my eyes finally land on him. His leg is caught in a silver bear trap. It looks excruciating. His head snaps up when he notices my presence, and a panicked look crosses his face. Before I can even say anything, he tries to scramble away from me frantically, pulling the trap deeper into his flesh by doing so. His wails are loud, but he doesn’t stop. He is determined to get away from me.

But she was also surprisingly hardheaded, leaving him like that without so much as a convincing reason. So, although he felt ashamed at his behavior, his grip tightened around Francesca's waist. There was no one else who could give him the strength he needed at the moment. He had been hiding it well earlier but Francesca always made him vulnerable and now he felt the agitation that he had been bottling up. Jacob and he could not be any more different, but he was still his cousin. Tristan still couldn't fully grasp the fact that Jaccob betrayed. Francesca must have felt his distress because she stopped struggling. "Tristan, are you.."