Part 27
I wasn’t really the “one person for life” type.
But seeing Ethan, covered in blood, having
fought off nine werewolves to save me… my
heart skipped a beat. Heroic! Wounded! Scars!
It was all so… appealing. And once my heart
was touched, there was no turning back.
Two months after the kidnapping, Ethan and I
got married. He was overjoyed, buying Buddy a
new outfit and carrying him into our new house.
Our new life was happy and comfortable,
though there was occasional gossip. People
said I was punching above my weight, that I
didn’t deserve him. I couldn’t argue with them.
Even I felt that way sometimes.
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Even I felt that way sometimes.
Alexander was aware of the rumors and told me
not to mind them. “Love is ingrained in a
werewolf’s DNA. Everything about us, our entire evolution, has been about finding that one person to love. You loving him is his greatest fortune, Sarah. And I think you’re aware… the power in this relationship has always been in
your hands.”
Yes, I knew.
“It’s not fair to Ethan,” I murmured. “He
shouldn’t be controlled by his wolf instincts… I want him to be free. Even if I die, I don’t want
him to grieve too much.”
“Werewolves have superhuman strength and resilience. There’s always a price to pay,” Alexander said quietly. “We can’t have all the advantages. That wouldn’t be fair to you
humans.”
Love was a self–imposed shackle, willingly worn by the powerful werewolves. Was that it?
I was silent for a moment, finally understanding.
Evolution was fair. It created werewolves,
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Love was a self–imposed shackle, willingly worn
by the powerful werewolves. Was that it?
I was silent for a moment, finally understanding.
Evolution was fair. It created werewolves,
powerful beyond compare, but also gave them a
vulnerability they couldn’t escape. Their mate
was both their lifeline and their potential
downfall.
I was Ethan’s lifeline and his potential downfall.
