Winning Her Back Novels & Stories

What if she succeeded in unloving me? "She does." I internally panicked. Must not allow it to happen. "You lie." "Watch and see for yourself, Alpha. Keira will be mine." Future. My chance. “I’m planning to win my wife back. It's time to win her back.”

I sighed as I plopped down on the chair in front his desk "Are you at least gonna try and get her back?" "Honestly Michael I dont even know if I can get her back, even though she has never once left my thoughts; the day I smelt her scent in the pack house my wolf stirred and howled with joy and I'll admit I've never been happier than that moment when I saw her again I'm gonna try my absolute best in Winning her back I know it won't be easy but I won't give up without a fight."

Her gaze softened as she looked at me and she reached out to me. “Amelia, my baby,” she said in a soft voice. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with the man who will shower you with gifts and give you everything you need in this life. If it means taking back what Audrey stole from you, I fully support it. Don’t let her win. You should win.”

’’ her chest started to rise and fall as a single drop of water rolled down her delicate skin. I caught a glimpse of her thick eyelashes that framed her dark brown eyes, as well as the way her hair had become darker and more straight as it passed under the shower head. ‘‘What will happen to you if I win in this... game?’’ She inquired with an arched brow and an air of self-assurance in her tone of voice. ‘‘You seem certain that you are going to win…’’ I trailed off before I gently brushed my fingers on the delicate skin, and rammed two fingers into her, and in response, she flung her head back while bringing her fist into her mouth.

"Mom, I had no idea that she had a hidden identity, when I met her, she simply told me that she had no family, nor did she have anything, besides she always lived with us, we never met anyone, I'm just as impressed as you. "You must tell her to come back to you, that woman is our salvation, besides, look how she is, imposing, sure of herself, and I can't imagine the amount of money she must have, just the prize they gave her is more than ten million. We will be the same again. "What are you talking about, Mom?" "As you have heard, my dear son, you must beg her for her love, you will not have it easy because you are an idiot, but you must make her come back to you.

"I couldn't save it all. I tried but—" "Chris!" she squeezes back my head and smiles at me with her eyes getting pooled almost. "I told you it'd be fine. As long as we're together. A house doesn't matter. And honestly, it definitely hurts to know", she looks up at the house, her eyes shivering. "But—", she looks back at me again. "I have already won twice. When Chrissie started recovering and when we finally saw the light of confirmation that the woman who has done wrong to us, especially to you will never be able to defeat you. I don't think I needed anything more than that", she wipes her tears before they could fall and smiles wider.

And he was going to win her back. No matter what it took.

Defiant, but weakened by the storm of emotions he’d unleashed. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. He didn’t retreat. If anything, his presence seemed to expand, filling the space, pressing in on me. His gaze held mine, dark, possessive, and utterly unwavering. The promise in them wasn’t gentle; it was a vow etched in stone, a predator’s claim. “I will win you back, Lila,” he stated, the words low, absolute, resonating with a chilling certainty. “I promise you that.”

I got her back alive. But I’m losing her anyway.

Stephanie’s Pov The golden pendant caught the light, its surface shimmering with a cold brilliance that seemed to pulse in time with my own heartbeat. I gripped the Heart of Aethelgard tightly, the sharp edges of the metal digging into my palm, but I didn't care about the pain. If anything, it felt like a brand of victory. I leaned back in my armchair, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across my face. On the mirror beside me lay a crumpled piece of paper, the ink still fresh: The loose end has been severed. No trace remains.