Loved by Elijah !

EMMA

"I thought she hated me, but now I realize I’m in her debt," I said to him, my voice soft.

"Lily is a sweet girl. I've known her for years. Even though she knows we’re doing something wrong, her loyalty lies with me," he replied, and I gave him a small, grateful smile.

"Where were you when I was being assaulted?" I asked, frustration rising in my voice, my eyes brimming with tears.

"I was trapped in my father’s lies. He told me he would begin the ritual to break the curse tomorrow, but I didn’t know he was betraying me by sending Mason to your room," he confessed, wiping my tears away with a gentle touch. "I was working in my room to stop the ritual when Lily came to me and told me what had happened. I ran to you, and I swear I’ll never let anything harm you again."

I looked up at him, my heart heavy with emotion. "He touched me, Elijah, and I felt filthy... like I wasn’t worth anything."

His muscles tensed at my words, his expression darkening with rage. Without another word, he ripped my clothes off in a single motion, and then gently lifted me into his arms. He placed me in the bathtub, his hands caressing my skin as he washed every inch of my body.

"I won’t let a single trace of him remain on you. You are mine, Emma. Only I have the right to touch you," he said possessively, and I shivered at his words.

After drying me off with a towel, he carried me back into the room, his touch tender but firm. I never knew love like this before. With Elijah, I felt like I was the most important person in his world, and today, he proved that.

"Lily, the work is done. You can leave now," Elijah said, his voice calm but commanding. Lily looked at us, awkwardness creeping into her expression.

"You may go, Lily. But always remember where your loyalty lies," Elijah added, and she nodded before quietly exiting the room.

He dried my body thoroughly with the towel, then helped me into a fresh pair of lingerie. As he looked at me, I couldn’t help but wonder—did he find me desirable, exposed and vulnerable in his care? His gaze was intense, but there was something else in it. A love, maybe, or a possessiveness that made my heart race.

My naked self shivered under his touch.

 “Do you want to have sex?” I asked him, and he looked at me, confused.

“How did you get the idea that I wanted this from you?” he asked me. “Aren’t you excited looking at my body? I mean, this is what you wanted from the start and I know now the things seem different, but my body is always the thing you craved, right?”

I said to him, and he gave me an expressionless face, which is more dangerous because whenever he has no expression on his face, then that means I am in trouble. “Oh you are right, let's do it. What do you want me to do to put my dick in you or to let you suck my dick” he said to me with his dark expression, I gulped.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” I said to him nervously, and he hovered over me. I can’t even stop him with my bandaged hands and neither do I want to. Every time he comes closer to me, I can’t resist him.

“This is what you want,” he asked me and looked at my lips. “Isn’t that what you want?” I asked him and, to be honest, I am only teasing him to see what effect I have on him.

“I never wanted your body, it's you who I always wanted to cover up. I made a lie that I need your body only to hide my real feeling” he said and kissed my lips softly “I know this, but I thought you must be excited looking at me naked or in lingerie,” I asked him and his eyes softened.

“There is not a single moment in my life where I don’t want you, but I will never take advantage when you are in a miserable condition,” he said to me, and I felt overwhelmed.

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"I always thought that men only cared about their own needs, but Elijah constantly surprised me. As the great alpha, he always put me first, before his own desires.

'Give me at least one reason to hate you, so I can suppress the love I feel for you,' I said, my voice soft but laced with a sense of longing. He rose off me and handed me my white shirt, motioning for me to cover myself.

'I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to love me, to remember me, even when we’re apart. I want you to think of me always,' he said, his voice tender, as he wrapped me in the quilt and climbed in beside me. I rested my hand on his chest as he gently massaged my scalp.

'Do you treat Violet like this too?' I asked, unable to suppress my curiosity, wondering about the depth of his relationship with her.

'Are you jealous?' He teased, lifting my chin with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

'I’m not jealous,' I said, a small smile forming on my lips. 'I love you, but I also know that our future is uncertain. No matter how much I love you, I can never carry your pups, and I will never be Luna of this pack.' I said the words with a mixture of truth and sadness, despite the smile on my face.

His expression hardened at my words, and I immediately felt the weight of my reality.

'You know, you have a knack for turning a romantic moment into something absurd,' he said, his mood shifting.

'I think you're fine now. You don’t need me anymore,' he added, getting up as if to leave. I quickly pulled him back, wrapping my arms around him.

'I'm sorry. Please stay with me. I need you,' I whispered, my voice shaky.

He gazed into my eyes, and after a moment, nodded. 'Only if you promise not to say anything hurtful.'

I kissed his cheek, and he settled back down, his warmth enveloping me. I lay on top of him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my hand.

'So, tell me about your relationship with Violet,' I asked, curious to know more.

'She's beautiful, everything a man could want. But with her, it's always just been physical. She’s great in that sense, but there's something about her that leaves me cold. I don’t feel anything when I hurt her, or when she cries. Her smile means nothing to me,' Elijah confessed, his tone detached.

'With her, it was just an adventure—any man would be happy to have her. I was too, until I met you.' His words filled me with warmth. I realized how much I meant to him.

'It was the same night I met you and Violet. You were the first one I met, and when I saw her, I knew she was my mate. But it was your face I saw when I was with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.'

I felt a wave of affection. His honesty touched me more deeply than anything else.

'Thank you for always thinking of me,' I said softly. 'It’s unfair, isn’t it? We love each other, but we can’t be together the way we want.'

'Then we met again, and I knew you were mine. And then my dad started with the curse. It feels like everything is conspiring to bring us together,' he said, his words carrying a weight of inevitability.

'Your sister is everything, but she's not what my heart wants,' he continued, and I felt a sense of relief. I wasn’t Elijah’s mate, but I had his love. And in his eyes, love always took precedence over anything else.

'Violet is beautiful, but I’ve always felt overshadowed by her,' I confessed.

He chuckled. 'I don’t think so. The first time I saw you, my heart skipped a beat. The only thing holding me back was that you weren’t my mate.'

'You’re the first man who understands me, who makes me feel cherished,' I said, planting a kiss on his chest.

'And you’re the only woman who makes me feel human. Before you, I was known as the devil. Now, with you, I feel alive,' he said, and I couldn’t help but feel proud that I had such an effect on him.

'It’s the moon goddess’s fault that we aren’t meant to be together,' I sighed.

'You’re right. But this is our destiny. We can’t change it,' Elijah replied.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, not in a passionate way, but in a way that felt like pure comfort. We spent the whole night talking, and I realized just how kind and gentle Elijah really was. This side of him was something only I got to see.

At least in one thing, I was greater than Violet. She could never take this from me—my love for Elijah was real and pure.

I don’t believe in the moon goddess, but I believe in love. I’m grateful Violet wasn’t around, because I couldn’t bear to share Elijah with her. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, but the thought of seeing him with her made my heart ache.

But like everything beautiful, our time together must come to an end. And I had no idea what fate had written for Elijah and me.