Carrying Elijah's child!

EMMA

“I feel dirty all over. They all touched me. I’m only meant for you, not for anyone else,” I said, holding onto him tightly. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer.

“I’ll protect you. This will never happen again,” he whispered, soothing my back.

“How can you still love me? Can’t you see that I’m ruined beyond redemption? When you touch me, don’t you feel disgusted? You can’t find the same Emma you once loved,” I said, my voice filled with frustration. I was angry at myself, angry at my fate for putting me through so much pain. This was never what I wanted in life, but here I was, struggling to face it.

He pulled away from the hug, gazing directly into my tear-filled eyes. “I love you. And every time I touch you, I feel alive. I feel like I have a reason to live again. Maybe your body is no longer pure, but it’s never been your body I’ve craved. It’s your soul. You’re still my love, my Emma, and nothing will ever change that. No power in this world can make me stop loving you,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips that made me feel like I was in heaven.

I forgot how it felt to be loved, how it felt to be in the arms of someone who truly cared for me. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me like a bride. I linked my arms around his neck, and he turned, taking me through a hidden passage that led to my room.

“How many secret passages does this pack house have?” I asked, a small laugh escaping me.

He chuckled, his voice filled with tenderness. “I made plenty of secret passages, so no one could ever take you from me. This time, I’m prepared for war if anyone tries to steal you away.”

We finally reached my room. Everything was just as I left it—untouched, as if no one had dared enter. The sheets were crumpled exactly as I had left them, and the yellow light I loved so much was glowing softly. The curtains were pushed aside, just like I always did, because I loved seeing the world outside.

“I never let anyone into your room, not even the maids. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing your essence here,” he said, his voice gentle. He then led me straight to the bathroom.

He tore away my dirty clothes and lingerie with care, and for the first time in weeks, I felt relief. I no longer smelled like those men. But as I stood there, exposed, I felt self-conscious. I hid my body, thinking that Elijah might not want me this way—ungroomed and disheveled.

“Don’t hide from me, love,” he said softly. “I love you, and I won’t let anyone else touch you. You’re mine for eternity.”

I wiped my tears, trying to steady my breathing. “Clean me, Elijah. Please, heal me. Take all the traces of them from my body.”

He took me in his arms and laid me gently in the bath, the warm water washing over my skin. He covered me with bubbles and began to carefully scrub every part of me. His touch wasn’t lustful—it was pure, full of love and affection. As he cleaned me, I felt not just my body being cleansed, but my soul as well. His love was healing me in ways I never imagined possible.

“I promise I will destroy every man who dared to touch you. I won’t rest until they’re all dead,” he said, his voice filled with a cold, vengeful promise.

I looked up at him, my anger finally rising to the surface. “I want to see their dead bodies,” I said, no longer hiding my rage.

He smiled, his expression dark. “Gladly, love,” he said, gently massaging shampoo into my hair.

He scrubbed my body and clean each and every part of me, he promised me that he will avenge for me. My vagina is torn apart, and he put ointment in it, while doing I have seen the anger in his eyes but as soon as his eyes landed on me, he calmed down.

We slept in each other's arms, and his embrace was the safest place in the world. Finally, I felt like I was home, with the one person I loved more than anything. No one could take me away from him now. I had sacrificed everything for his and Violet’s happiness, and now it was my turn to be happy.

The last three months had been pure hell, but now I was choosing my happiness first. I wanted Elijah, and Elijah wanted me. The rest, as they say, is history. I snuggled closer to him, finding peace in his warmth.

"I love you, Elijah," I whispered, kissing his hand where it rested on my chest.

"I love you too, princess," he replied, his voice soft but full of emotion. "You’ve given me a reason to live again. Without you, my life would have no meaning." He kissed the crown of my head, sending a wave of comfort through me.

"What about my dad? I messaged him three months ago that I was coming home," I asked, the worry creeping into my voice.

"Don’t worry, everything’s been taken care of. Now, no more stressing, just sleep," he said, gently closing my eyes.

"Will you leave me alone if I sleep?" I asked, the fear of being abandoned rising again.

"Don’t worry, princess. I will never let you leave my side, not ever," he promised, and with that, I fell into a peaceful sleep in his arms. All my nightmares faded because I knew Elijah was with me, and he would protect me from anyone who tried to harm me.

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The Next Morning

I woke up when the warm sunlight streamed across my face. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt the light.

"Good morning, sunshine," Elijah said, pulling the curtains open, letting the light flood the room. I heard the birds chirping outside, and the sky looked brighter than I remembered. I had never realized how much I missed the simple beauty of nature. Life is short, and we need to value everything nature offers us.

"Breakfast is ready for you, my princess," he said, but I hesitated. I was afraid of going outside. What would the others think of me? What would Violet think of me? How could I face her knowing she was carrying the child of the man I loved?

"I want to eat in my room," I said, and Elijah walked closer to me, gently lifting my chin.

"You will eat breakfast with everyone," he said firmly. "I’ve already spoken to Violet. I told her that some... accident happened to you, so you’re staying with us. No one in the pack will dare ask you anything."

I pulled away from his grip. "Elijah, I’m not pretty anymore. My color has faded, and my body looks like a skeleton," I said, tears welling in my eyes.

"Trust me, Emma," he said, his voice soft but insistent. "You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. No one can ever take your place. So get ready and shine today. And if you love me, you’ll come downstairs and join us."

I couldn’t refuse him. "Go take a warm bath. I’ll pick out clothes for you," he said gently, ushering me toward the bathroom.

The bathtub was already filled with warm water and essential oils. I slipped in, feeling the warmth relax my muscles. After washing, I applied lotion to my dry skin and cleaned my face with a scented wash.

I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out, only to find Elijah staring out the window, lost in thought. I noticed the pink dress laid out on the bed, with a high neck and full sleeves. It would fall just above my knees. On the side was black lingerie, and I blushed—this was a lot more revealing than I was used to.

"Why are you blushing so much, baby?" Elijah's voice came, and I looked up to see him smirking.

"What were you thinking, looking out the window?" I asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"I was thinking about you wearing that lingerie... just for me," he said, stepping closer. He took the towel from me, gently pulling it away until I was standing naked before him.

"Look at what a treasure I have," he murmured, his eyes scanning my body with a hunger that made me feel both exposed and desired. I wasn’t shy in front of him anymore. I reveled in the closeness, in the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He slid my panties on, his hands brushing over my inner thigh. My breath hitched as his fingers grazed just the right spot, teasing me. He then moved to my bra, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed at my breasts.

We were so close, our breaths mingling, and I felt like I was drowning in his touch, in his love. "Okay, no more teasing," I said, pulling the dress from his hands and slipping it on before he could make it too sensual.

"You look stunning in this dress," he said, smiling as he adjusted the fabric. "Now, let me do your hair."

I raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you the Alpha, the one everyone must obey? And now you want to do my hair?"

He chuckled. "I may be the Alpha to everyone else, but for you, I’m just Elijah. I’d be your doormat if you asked me to, so take all the attention you deserve."

He gently combed my hair, treating it like it was the most precious thing in the world. He bent down, meeting my eyes, and applied lip gloss to my lips with the care of a lover.

"Your lips are so juicy," he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. "I want to kiss them all day and night, but I’m showing restraint for you."

I couldn’t resist any longer. "I want to taste your lips," I whispered, licking my lips.

He smiled darkly. "I love to bite them and taste every inch of your honeyed mouth. But you know I won’t stop at one kiss, and this might lead to more... So I want you to save some energy for later."

We both headed downstairs, maintaining some distance between us. He walked ahead, his face emotionless, while I followed, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.

As we entered the dining room, I saw everyone seated at the table. Violet, Mason, and a few maids serving breakfast. My eyes landed on Lily, who was looking at me with warmth. I thought she hated me, so why did she look so... kind?

Violet turned when she heard our footsteps. A warm smile spread across her face as she stood up to greet me. "I missed you, Emma. I hope you're okay, little sister," she said, pulling me into a hug as I descended the stairs.

"I’m fine, and I missed you too," I replied, feeling no remorse in hugging her, even though she was carrying Elijah’s child. I sat beside her, Mason across from me, and Elijah took the head seat, his posture commanding, like the Alpha he was.

"Lily, serve Emma a breakfast full of protein and nutrients," Elijah ordered, his tone emotionless.

The maids filled my plate with a delicious breakfast, and I dug in without care, letting the food comfort me.

"Emma, slow down," Violet said, her voice concerned. "This is very unladylike."

I stopped, realizing what I was doing.

"Violet, let her eat however she wants. Never interrupt anyone while they’re eating," Elijah said, his voice cold but authoritative. He motioned for me to continue.

"But Alpha, I’m just guiding her..." Violet protested, but Elijah ignored her, and I returned to my meal, feeling a wave of comfort from the food.

"What happened to you, Emma?" Violet asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "You look different. Your body and face are... different."

Before I could answer, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. Everyone turned to look at Elijah, whose hand was bleeding from where he’d crushed the glass in his grip