Worth The Fighting For Novels & Stories

By being present anyway. That was resistance. Real resistance. Truest resistance. That was victory. Real victory. Only victory that mattered. And standing there. Bonded to Thorne. Witnessed by pack. Choosing joy despite loss. Choosing life despite threat. That was everything. Everything worth fighting for. Everything worth living for. Everything worth being. This. This moment. This choice. This reality. That was enough. More than enough. Everything.

I felt like I had something worth protecting. Something worth fighting for.

About finding a way back to something real, something worth fighting for. Whatever came next, we would face it together.

" then why did you have me feeling like I was losing you or was it your way to scare me into waking up and seeing what I really have because I do know what I really have I might not sure how I feel physically but I do really care about you deeply and I love you unconditionally." " I don't know part of it was to make you appreciate what you have because I don't feel appreciated by you I don't think that you appreciate me for everything that I do and everything that I have to bring to the table that's no only me putting out fires that used to order it and recently you had to put wires that my ex's started but I've been putting out fires that you will access started one of them almost killed me

She didn’t deserve to be anywhere near the chaos of the pack. Didn’t deserve to be touched by any of it. And I would make sure she never was. “I won’t lose,” I whispered softly. This peace was worth fighting for. I wasn’t just fighting out of obligation. I was fighting for something real. Something that mattered. Something I refused to let Nate take away.

“But you’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than him. And you’re stronger than some skinny, desperate college girl who can’t keep her hands to herself. You just have to decide if he’s worth the fight. If what you have is worth fighting for.” I looked at her, at the unwavering loyalty in her eyes, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that he was. He was worth the fight. We were worth the fight. “I think he is,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse, choked promise.

It’s not about money or anything else; it’s about treasuring what’s important. That’s a love worth fighting for.

Not this time. I would fight for her. I would fight for us. Even if it broke me in the process. Because she was worth it. She was worth everything.

And somehow, I’ll find a way to prove to her that I’m worth the risk. That we’re worth fighting for. Even if it kills me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Not unworthy, but precious beyond measure. And that was worth fighting for.