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I didn’t want men who only protected me when it suited them. I wanted men who wanted me for me and genuinely cared.
Apparently, Molly was a gorgeous mountain of muscles. From the three-hundred-pound dumbbells she was casually slinging up and down in each hand, it wasn’t just for looks. She was everything I aspired to be: strong, beautiful, and more impressive than any man. “You’re my hero,” I blurted. Molly chuckled and smiled kindly. “Let’s get to work.”
Also, another tear streaked down my cheek because supportive women always made me emotional.
“Still doesn’t mean they don’t want you. Remember, hate is obsession, and obsession is the purest form of love. You never move on, and it festers within you until it’s all you know and all you can focus on. It becomes your only hope. But sometimes, it’s not enough, and everything falls apart around you.”
I thought about it and realized I couldn’t remember if anyone had ever told me I was pretty. Cobra had always said he wanted to own me. Ascher called me a princess (slightly weird; I always assumed he had some royalty fetish). Jax called me “little alpha,” and Xerxes referred to me as an alpha. Suddenly, it seemed super important that no one ever told me I was pretty. Was I hideous? Was that part of why it was so easy for all the men to stop fighting for me? I’d just been a novelty to them, and now that I wasn’t unique, they were over it.
Unless it had been severely miss-marketed, it wasn’t a romance book with simpering females and gallant men who saved the day. Those were the type of books I preferred to read.
“No, you don’t get to be mean bastards, then nice. You’ve shown where you stand and how you view me, so don’t act otherwise.”
Xerxes brandished his knives. An irrational response if you asked me—what was he going to do, stab schoolchildren?
Cobra, who was walking past at that exact moment, tripped and slammed his face into the wall. “Buy that. Immediately,” he croaked.
“I love you so fucking much it terrifies me. I don’t know how to fucking take care of someone. Don’t know how to be something for anybody. But I want to be someone for you.”
The corners of his mouth pulled up in the cutest little smile, like he was still buzzing from telling me he loved me.
