Was I Ever The One? Novels & Stories

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. The sun shone brightly over Manchester as the ambulance made its way to the hospital. A new chapter was beginning for Alice and Carson. It wouldn't always be easy, but they had each other, and that was all that mattered. As Alice drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the ordeal, she held onto Carson's hand. In her mind, she saw not the dark warehouse or Maxwell's desperate face, but a bright future with the man she loved. They had overcome so much, and now, finally, they could look forward to their happily ever after.

"I'm going too far? Lara, take my advice and leave Kaine. Someone like you will never be worthy of him." I bit down hard on my lip, ready to fire back, when the dressing room door swung open. Kaine emerged, dressed in a groom's suit. "Adele, what do you think of this one?" Before I could speak, another figure stepped into the room—Kaine's older sister, Irena. She looked the two of them over and nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect match. This is what the Star Moon Pack deserves—an Alpha and Luna who belong together." "Not like that clingy ex of yours," she scoffed. "A pathetic Omega trying to use a pregnancy to climb into the Luna's seat. What a ridiculous fantasy."

That night, the three men booked the earliest return flight and rushed back to Evergreen Pack without sleeping. When they pushed open the villa door, the living room was completely quiet. Isla was hunched over, wiping the table. When she saw them, her eyes immediately reddened. "Mr. Corey, Mr. Wesley... you're finally back." Corey quickly walked over and asked quietly, "Has Faye returned?" Isla wiped her tears and choked out, "She hasn't been back since your birthday..." Corey's chest tightened. Meanwhile, Nora lounged on the couch without showing any concern. She simply tugged gently at Corey's hand. "Corey, you said you'd make me pasta..."

The back of the photo said, "For Elise." After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore. ... I mindlinked Lucian. No matter how busy he was, he would answer my mindlinks in seconds and then ask in a gentle mental voice, "What's wrong with my Luna?" But that time, I made a total of twenty-three mindlinks before he answered my call. There was a noise on the other side, followed by his friends' teasing:

Not now, not ever. ***

I shook my head because I don't have a reason to resist him. On our way to the Williams Mansion, no one really talks about anything aside from the music that was streaming from his car's audio. Maris like a fool also sang along with the music of Shania Twain's you're still the one and I have no idea that he listens to that kind of love song. "You're still the one I run to, The one that I belong to, You're still the one I want for life, You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of

"It destroyed me." I kissed her neck then her chin and worked my way back to her mouth, and our eyes met. Even as I did my best to be strong, it couldn't be helped. The thought of this not being real—of me just having lost my ever-loving mind and I'd soon wake from this—scared the life out of me. But it was still so impossible to wrap my head around this. "It's over," she whispered, wiping the damn tear that escaped the corner of my eye. "I'm here now. We're together and will be forever."

I wrapped my arms around myself and exhaled. For the first time in years, I felt like my life was no longer mine. Like I had stepped into a room full of old secrets, and every person inside knew more than I did. My phone buzzed, and I looked down. It was an unknown number. Then another message came immediately after. We need to talk. Alone. Now. A third text followed before I could react. It’s Elena. I stared at the screen. My pulse slowed, not from calm, but from instinct. I already knew from there that this was not going to be a conversation. This was going to be a warning.

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

Even though I've been in a relationship with Antonio Leone, the Don of the Leone family, for five years now, we have never taken a single photo together. I've tried to share little snippets about our relationship on my social media before. When he finds out, he snatches my phone away and deletes everything at once. At all the fancy parties and events organized by elite society, whenever it's time for the group photo, everyone else pairs up with their loved ones. I'm the only one who stands in the corner all alone. Antonio and I aren't married or even recognized as a couple. He always tells others he's single. We've fought about this many times. He always gives me the same indifferent res