When We Were Alone Book Novels & Stories

This man felt dangerous. And we were alone.

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

Prequel- Chapter 7: Heart Strings Alena Fleur The moving day finally came. It was the first day of February—the first day I would live alone. The days leading up to here had been torture because I hated packing. But I comforted myself with the dreams of the end result.

We are alone again! -----

᪥ ᪣" we are born alone, we live alone , we die alone . Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we are not alone" ᪥Orsen welles᪥ Will meet you next time with a new update

Like it had simply been waiting for tonight to show itself. I pressed my thumb against it. It didn't hurt. It didn't burn. It just... was. Outside, the party had stopped. I had been here all alone without food or water and no one bothered to come ask the omega in the east wing if she was alright. Nobody came. Not Zane. Not Elder Crest. Not a single packmate or warrior or even a house servant knocking to bring water. I was alone in the way only truly unwanted people understand. The kind of alone that isn't just physical. The kind that settles into your bones and whispers that the world keeps spinning just fine without you in it.

The sun felt good on my skin. As we walked, I thought about us. The more time I spent with Zane, the more I realized we were alike in one important way. We had both grown up alone. I was alone in my attic, hidden from the world. Zane was alone as Alpha, with the weight of an entire pack on his shoulders. Everyone watched him, judged his every move. I couldn’t imagine that pressure. I just hoped he knew that he wasn’t alone anymore. Not really. I was here. I wasn't going anywhere.

Never experiencing anything without their immediate awareness. It should have terrified me. Instead, I felt a strange peace settling over all three of us simultaneously. "I have been alone my entire life," I said quietly. "Even when surrounded by pack, I was isolated by my orphaned status, by the mate bond Zack ignored, by the power I did not understand. The idea of never being alone again—of always having two people who understand me completely, who will never leave because they literally cannot—that does not sound like a prison. It sounds like safety."

"How long have you been carrying this alone?" Alone. The word cut deeper than claws, because it named the fundamental truth of my existence for the past twenty-seven years. Alone with a curse that isolated me from human connection, alone with transformations that reminded me nightly of what I'd lost, alone with the growing certainty that redemption was a luxury I'd forfeited the night I'd trusted the wrong woman with my heart. But Catherine's hand was warm against my fur, her scent was filling my senses with recognition that went deeper than rational thought, and for the first time in decades, alone felt like a choice rather than an inevitable sentence.

The door slammed shut behind her, the sound final. The silence rushed back in, thicker now, polluted by her perfume and the residue of our venom. I leaned back against the cold wall, closing my eyes, the ring still clenched tight. Claire was gone. Lila was gone. I was alone. Truly alone. In this vast, echoing monument to my success.