When She Pulls Away Novels & Stories

“Let go of me,” She said pushing him, he did let go but he pulled her back to him when she tried to walk away, he was tall and towered over her, he lifted her chin up so that she was looking directly into his eyes, his eyes, they were captivating and perying, it was as if he was staring into her soul and for some weird reasons, she could not look away from them

The distance. The way she kept pulling away even when everything was pulling her back. “She doesn’t want this life…” A slow smile formed. “…good.” Because that meant she had a weakness. “If I can’t push her out…" Her eyes darkened. “I’ll force her out.”

she said, pulling his hand away from her back. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered with a playful smile.

“Let’s go.” I didn't wait for her reply. I turned and pulled her away. Surprisingly, she didn't fight back right away. She kept quiet until we were out of the market crowd and heading down the secluded path leading back to the pack house. Only then did she yank her arm back out of my grip. “I can walk by myself,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. I didn't reply. I couldn't. I knew if I touched her right now, I might lose every single thread of control I had left. That would end badly—especially when I was the one who insisted on keeping her away from anything related to the mating bond

“Please, stay.” She stilled inside his hold, caught in the trembling cage of his desperation. One breath. That was it. Her fingers pried at his wrists, gentle at first, then firmer, until one arm loosened. She pulled away, peeling his hands off her. His hands slipped from her waist slowly, until nothing but the ghost of his touch remained on her skin.

That’s a lie. “No,” she snapped as she pulled out of my hold. “And that’s final.” She turned again and walked away from me faster than before. She disappeared from my view and I didn’t stop, nor because I was listening to her, but because I was just getting started with her. Oh Ava, my sweet baby, I thought to myself as an evil smirk slowly curled at the edges of my lips.

‎ ‎Her first instinct was to pull away. ‎Push him off. ‎Remind him they weren’t together anymore. ‎ ‎But for some reason— ‎For some stupid, painful, unexplainable reason— ‎She didn’t move. ‎ ‎They stayed like that. ‎ ‎Not holding hands. ‎Just almost touching. ‎ ‎But that small almost felt like a wound reopening. ‎ ‎She exhaled shakily, finally letting one tear slip down her cheek. ‎ ‎She didn’t pull away. ‎ ‎And Arch didn’t push further.

Her lips are soft and tender, trembling a little as she tries to calm herself, I could taste her tears as I try to deepen the kiss but she has other plans. She pulls back suddenly. I feel her aura pulsing through, it seems Kia is also present. "You don't deserve to be my first," she growls, pushing me away as she gets up and walks towards the back door.

It was getting difficult for him to keep his hopes up. She shrugged it off and took a few steps forward, away from all four of them. “This was fun, and now I’m going to catch my bus. Bye.” She turned around hoping to make a break for it but she didn’t get far before she felt her pack get pulled off her shoulder and a hand gripping her elbow tight. She didn’t have to look to see it was Ash, she could feel the heat from his anger.