All Chapters of Never too late: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I was never destined to be a hero. I have never had any romantic notions about wars, fighting, or bringing glory to one’s pack by decimating rogues or any such idea. Nor do I understand people glorifying battles and wanting to fight in one, and enjoying the killing part. That being said, I’m not stupid. I know how important and prevalent wars are, especially in the werewolf world, where every wolf is territorial, crazy, and incensed by little slights.I know how important war is for a possessive species for us. So, even if I didn’t exactly agree with the whole idea, I had to follow the same safety protocols as everyone else. I was sleeping when the alarms sounded. The alarm has always been my worst nightmare because you can never know how badly things can escalate from there. You don’t know how bad the situation is going to be. You can just pray everything ends up all right in the end.I scrambled out of bed, my mind half awake, trying to focus on what needed to be done in this state

I looked around the pack house for any kind of support but found it immensely lacking. None of their children were outside the safe house while there was a fucking battle with rogues going on. They couldn’t seem to understand how important it was to me to be outside and make sure my son was alright. And no one clearly understood what someone like me would do if I were to encounter some danger, given I was such a poor fighter. We were at an impasse with no way to compromise.“We can’t let you go, Clara,” someone said. “We understand you’re worried for your son but we can’t let you go outside when you could endanger the whole pack by opening these sealed doors. There’s a reason these doors are supposed to be kept closed after an invasion. I’m sure I don’t need to explain those reasons to you!”“Also, what about you children who are here? Who’s going to look after them?” Anita rears up her head and then gives a pointed look towards Ben and Ariel as if to remind me of their existence. I b

Twenty years ago…The mate bond, I feel, has unraveled something between me and Samuel. Something between us feels alive, tangible, different, and with a mind of its own because everywhere I go, it feels like I’m somehow being pulled together with Samuel. Everywhere I go, he’s there. Everywhere I look, he’s there. Every time I breathe, I can catch a whiff of his scent. I would have loved to experience this special Samuel treatment before, but now it’s downright cruel to me. And it hurts so much that I can’t possibly describe it in words.It feels like a cruel twist of fate to me. My wolf has decided to go into mourning because she can’t face the fact that our mate wants nothing to do with us. Granted, he hasn’t formally said the words that would lead to a formal rejection but it feels like that nonetheless. My heart aches all the time because all I want to do is touch my mate, breathe in his scent, and hold his hand as we walk down the school hallways.Instead, I get to see my mate wa

“What were you two thinking?” Samuel roared at us and I flinched at the raw anger in his voice. I and Kyle were summoned to the alpha’s office like two disgruntled teenagers who had broken curfew and were now going to be grounded. I was allowed to see Kyle after a few hours of the battle getting over. I was told Kyle was safe, he was volunteering at the pack boundary to get an approximate head count of the dead rogues and wounded pack warriors. While I had been instructed to return to the safe house and look after the twins. I had gotten them settled down, made sure they were completely unafraid, and made them sleep in their assigned room in the pack house. As soon as I was done with all this, I was informed by a pack member that Samuel had asked me to come to his office. When I asked about where Kyle was, they told me he would be waiting here for me. I just had a quick chance to look him over, check for any injuries, and hug him. Seeing him standing safe and sound, without a single s

“Sitting here is kind of therapeutic, isn’t it?” I look up at the sound of Samuel’s voice and watch him come closer to me. He sits down next to me, careful about putting enough distance between the two of us. I shouldn’t be surprised at seeing here, given that this used to be our place. I had come to the lake banks after meeting Lea. I needed to sort out my thoughts and I thought the best place to do that was here, where I had spent countless nights in my youth, contemplating and moaning about my life. That time seemed so long ago, and sitting here with Samuel felt as if two very different times of my life were merging into one.“Yes, it is,” I replied because there was no way I could deny what he said. It was indeed therapeutic to sit here on the lake bank and watch it shimmer in the moonlight. The water glimmered and made it seem like some fairy tale realm where all the magical creatures came to drink and rejuvenate themselves. It felt and looked like something out of a dream. Sitti