When You Were Mine Novel Novels & Stories

"I miss you every single day." Anton knelt beside me, silent but present. His hand never left mine. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say the words that weighed on my heart. "Mama, I found him. The man I love. The man who loves me just as much." My lips trembled as I smiled through my tears. "His name is Anton. And he… he wants to marry me." Anton squeezed my hand gently, his silent support grounding me. "You always told me to find someone who would cherish me, someone who would fight for me," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I did, Mama. He’s here. And I know if you were still with me, you’d see it, too."

She shoves her left hand forward, the diamond on her ring finger catching the dim interior light. “See this? This isn’t a placeholder. He chose me. He loves me. And we will get married soon.” Wade laughs, low and cruel, shaking his head as though pitying her. “You really are delusional, aren’t you?” “Watch your mouth—”

Do you think if I considered you a whore, I would have waited so many years to have you? -But the incident happened a few months ago. -Yes, but you were on my radar long before that. -What? -Do you remember that night at the club? -Yes. What about it? -I was the guy you had sex with that night. The next day I looked for you, but you disappeared from my bed, from my hotel, and from my life. Until you reappeared in my life again, and when I saw you sleeping next to me, after you saved me, I realized I had to have you. I followed you and realized that someone else is also doing that, and I decided to bring you back to where you belonged 3 years ago when I first had you.

Grace, unable to bear the weight of her conscience, had given me a heads-up, so I knew this day would come eventually. I nodded slightly and opened the door, letting Henry inside. "Have some hot tea. When did you get here?" Looking startled by my calm demeanor, Henry quickly replied, "Oh, no, I just got here." I glanced at the thin layer of snow on his clothes and nodded, not bothering to call him out on the lie. Suddenly, Henry grabbed my hand. Before he could say anything, his scorching tears fell onto my skin. "Zoe, I–” "I’m not Zoe anymore."

He found himself on the edge of remembering. The spell broke with the elevator doors sliding opened. His fingers still tightly entwined with hers as they step out in one movement. “You are staying with me,” he said in a voice ringing with uncertainty. “Fine,” she said softly. She has already decided to fight for him. It was clear he was reacting instinctively. “You are mine,” he said again. The way he said it was almost like he was confirming something to himself. I am yours… her heart confirms silently.

He took his time even though his wolf was howling for him to claim her completely, to mark her and make her his in a way that couldn’t be undone. When he finally pushed inside her, they both groaned at the sensation of completeness, of two pieces fitting together in a way that felt inevitable. He moved with long deep strokes that made Elena’s head fall back against the pillows, her fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Look at me,” he commanded. Her eyes opened and locked onto his. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice ragged. “Say it.” “I’m yours.” “Again.” “I’m yours, Alexander. Only yours.”

Eric had turned icy, treating me like I was out to rob him. Once, at his office, he had his assistant frisk me as if I were some spy about to steal company secrets. I was his rock, year after year, waiting for his big break with the IPO. What did I get? He shipped me off overseas on purpose, using my dough to spoil his side chick and start a family! I gave him an icy look and scoffed, "You think you have the right to ask? "Who was it who swore they'd never live off my handouts?

A life that ended somewhere far from where anyone could question it. I watched from a distance as he unraveled. The apologies came too late. The regret was real—but useless. I had already left the country under a different name. A different life. A clean slate. No more fear. No more control. No more “almost love.” I mourned myself in silence. Not because I was dead—but because the girl who stayed had finally disappeared. And somewhere across the ocean, I breathed freely for the first time. Because sometimes, the only way to survive…

All at once. "My best friend gave it to me." Quiet. Real. "Back when I was in the orphanage. So he could find me later." Damien went still. Not the careful, measured stillness from before. Something harder. Something that happened to him rather than something he chose. His eyes shifted red. "Him." One word. The temperature in the room dropped three degrees. "He gave you that." Not a question. His jaw worked once. "And you've been wearing it." His eyes cut to hers. "You don't wear what another man gives you. You're mine. What's on your body is mine. What touches your skin is mine."

My eyes were beginning to water and it felt like this was a dream. You don't have to thank me, I should be the one been grateful here , you took me away from been a poor Omega, a girl who was at the mercy of her aunt and uncle and you gave me the best I would ever wish for . I would never wish for anything better than this." "I love you." I said. I didn't even know when the words came out of my mouth and I felt like something heavy had been lifted off me. The beauty of it made me feel fulfilled.