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It looked like something worth fighting for. And maybe that was enough to keep moving.

Not now, not ever. No woman is worth fighting for.

I now understand why the heroine went back to those men, because the heart wants, what it wants. It was hard to fight against love, perhaps harder than fighting for it. Was it even worth fighting this? The answer to that question, I didn't know, but I was going to. I am going to fight it, perhaps I could open as new opportunities for myself and others; I could be a game changer.

Some things were worth fighting for, even if it cost you everything and this was going to be the start. FLASHBACK 2 ENDS

As if she’s lost the energy for this talk, she says, “You shouldn’t have to try. If it’s meant to be, it should come easy.” “Bullshit. That’s fairy-tale stuff. That’s the movies. That’s rose-colored glasses. None of it’s real. We are flawed and human and not perfect in the least, but if it’s worth the effort, it’s worth the work.” The silence is shattered when she looks away from me again and says, “My brothers all fought for their wives. For them. Not against them.” “I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t think you were worth the fight.”

Not to mention anything else, just for the sake of venting their anger, they had to fight their first beautiful battle. "Fight for the army!" "Fight for honor!" "We'll definitely win this battle!!!"

For Sofia and Sienna and Rachel and every woman who deserves to be free. This is the war worth fighting. And they're going to win.

Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for. "It's beautiful," Marcus says, looking at the castle, the house, the garden, the family. "It's beautiful. It's really beautiful. It's what we want. It's what we'll have. It's what we already have, perhaps. If we want. If we dare. If we believe. If we hope. If we love. If we love enough to fight. To stay. To not leave. To not run. To not be afraid. To not doubt. To not hide. To not forget ourselves. To not forget everything that matters. Everything that is worth it. Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for."

“At least I have something worth fighting for. Better than you, stuck in the past, choking on your own bitterness.” Her words hit harder than I expect. My jaw tightens, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crack. So I laugh again, softer this time, dangerous. “Worth fighting for? This?” I sweep my hand toward the arena where Alphas are already warming up, flexing, snarling, preparing to tear each other apart. “This parade of desperate fools willing to bleed just to have your hand? You call that worth it?”

Dave said emphatically. I am more determined to fight now. When I was just an ordinary girl living in a not so beautiful world full of greedy people, I didn't care about fighting for something because I could have everything I wanted except for one thing of course and that was, my freedom. But after how many months of staying here, I realized that there were more things worth fighting for--justice, fairness, love, friendship, and freedom. These were the things that would keep your hope alive and worth fighting for. No matter how hard the situation was, you must keep going because in the end, something great was waiting for you. I believed this tournament was worth fighting for. So, I would k