All Chapters of I NEED YOU, ELENA: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102FALLING APART, FINDING HIM.ELENA,The night pressed down on my apartment like a physical weight, thick and suffocating. Outside, the city never slept, but inside my four walls, time had come to a halt. I sat on the tattered sofa, knees pulled up to my chest, gripping a chipped ceramic mug filled with cold, bitter tea. My fingers trembled, not just from the cold but from the relentless ache twisting inside me — a pain so deep it swallowed all other feelings.The hum of traffic seeped through the thin windows, distant sirens rising and falling like mournful ghosts. Somewhere, a dog barked. Streetlights cast weak glows on the peeling paint of my walls, shadows gathering in the corners like silent witnesses to my unraveling.I was alone.Not just physically, but in every way that mattered.Before Ryan, before his steady, unwavering presence, this was my reality — a cold, dark place where hope was just a word, not a feeling.I had lost everything.My career, painstakingly buil

Chapter 104STARTING TO HEALELENA,The soft hum of the city outside my window felt distant, almost unreal, compared to the storm brewing inside me. The glow from the streetlights seeped through the thin curtains in muted pools, casting long shadows that flickered faintly like ghosts. Sitting here now, in this softly lit room that smelled faintly of lavender and old books, I could hardly believe I’d made it this far—to this moment. Therapy. The word still felt strange on my tongue, like it belonged to someone else, someone braver than me.I stared down at my hands folded tightly in my lap, fingers tracing invisible patterns, willing the trembling inside to stop. The pulse of my heartbeat throbbed loud enough to drown out everything else, or maybe it was just how loudly my own fear echoed inside me. The weight of everything—betrayal, lies, fear—pressed down on my chest like a heavy stone, threatening to crush the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, I could heal.The last few months ha

Chapter 106TRUST AND TENDERNESSELENA,The night stretched quietly beyond the windows, a vast and endless sky dotted with distant city lights that flickered like tiny stars. Their glow painted faint patterns on the walls and floor, casting long, soft shadows in the room. Outside, the hum of the city whispered against the glass — distant cars, the faint murmur of voices, a siren’s wail far off in the night. But inside this room, everything felt still, suspended in a fragile bubble of quiet that seemed to hold its breath along with me.Ryan sat beside me on the couch, close enough that I could feel the steady heat radiating from his body. The curve of his shoulder brushed against mine, grounding me in a way that was at once unfamiliar and deeply needed. His presence was a quiet reassurance, a steady anchor in the chaos that still swirled inside me like a storm waiting to break.But no matter how much I wanted to let go, to trust, the walls I’d built around my heart felt heavy and unyie

Chapter 109: NEW ALLY.ELENA,The fading light of dusk cloaked the camp in a veil of uneasy quiet. Shadows stretched long and dark across the rocky ground, mirroring the weight settling in my chest. Every muscle ached from days of relentless tension, from running on adrenaline and fear. The scent of smoke mixed with damp earth and the faint coppery tang of blood lingered heavy in the air. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf’s howl pierced the silence, raw and mournful, as if mourning what had already been lost.I sat alone near the dying embers of a fire, tracing absent patterns in the dirt, my mind too crowded to rest. The war was a beast with many heads—strategy, betrayal, exhaustion—but worst of all, uncertainty. We had fought hard, lost too many, and yet nothing had changed. The enemy was cunning, their patience as relentless as ours. I felt that we were circling a precipice, and one misstep could send us all plunging into ruin.A sudden movement caught my eye. Selene stepped from

Chapter 110OUR FIRST FIGHTELENA,I never expected our first real fight to come not from the chaos of battle, but from something much more delicate—our future.The war had battered us, thrown us into a storm of lies and violence that left scars deeper than flesh. But it had also forged a bond between Ryan and me, one I thought could withstand anything. I was wrong.The night was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside his apartment window. Inside, the air between us felt thick, heavy with unspoken fears and truths we’d both been avoiding.Ryan sat across from me on the worn leather couch, his eyes fixed on the floor. The dim light cast shadows on his face, but I could see the exhaustion etched into every line—the same exhaustion I felt twisting in my gut.I swallowed hard, fighting the lump forming in my throat. I couldn’t keep pretending anymore.“We can’t keep doing this,” I said, voice trembling but determined. “Pretending that after this war ends, everything will just