Elijah Daybreak Novels & Stories

This is what drives me to do all the wrong things, just to experience more of his love. I carefully get out of bed, not wanting to disturb him, and prepare for my clinical duties. I don’t think Joanna will be coming in today, considering her husband passed away yesterday. I slip into a simple black shirt and white trousers. Elijah is still sleeping, and I don't blame him. He trains every day to protect this pack from all threats. It's only 6 AM, and I need to hurry. I lean down to kiss Elijah on the forehead. He stirs a little in his sleep, but I don't want to wake him, so I quietly leave.

*6:45 AM* Elma woke up before the sun. Day 5. Her body trusted rest now, but her mind still did check-ins at odd hours. Today the check-in was: _Who are you if no one is watching?_ She lay still and let the question sit. No answer came. That was okay. Her phone buzzed. Destiny at 6:30 AM: _Bench. 10 AM. Bring whatever truth you’re ready to say out loud._ Nathan at 6:42 AM: _Bringing nothing but my name again. Hayes Corp stays home today._

Ezra: I woke up with Lia sleeping peacefully on my chest. Her chest rose and fell as her naked body pressed on mine. She had her hand on my chest, laying it under her head as she used me as her pillow. And despite being with countless women before her, I had to admit that neither one of them gave me the sense of comfort and contentment that this small woman gave me. The way she looked at me, her smile, her soft eyes.

Eli’s POV The world outside was steeped in darkness. Night had descended rapidly, devouring any remains of warmth. I stood on the edge of the debris, the cool wind piercing into me like a knife. The dust has begun to settle around what used to be a stronghold of terror and manipulation—a shattered monument to my father’s sick ambition. But as I saw the ruins, I realized this wasn’t the end. It was only the start of something darker. I felt Eli’s presence alongside me before he spoke, his warmth pouring through the chill. “He’s not gone,” he whispered quietly, his voice both a comfort and a threat. “You know that, don’t you?”

The sun rose warm and bright, as if celebrating with them, as if welcoming them back to the land of the living. Elara stood on the ridge, watching the sun rise, feeling its warmth on her face, marveling at the simple miracle of being alive. Beside her stood Caleb, his arm around her waist, his warmth a constant reassurance that she was alive, she was real, she was here. She leaned into him, still marveling at the miracle of her return, still half-expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.

I would not allow his darkness to follow me here. I would burn everything first. *** The next morning, Elijah showed up at Harvest Bloom earlier than usual, hair still damp from a rushed shower. He looked alert. And that never meant anything good. I raised an eyebrow as he knocked on my glass office door. “Come in,” I said, standing and walking to the mini coffee bar near the bookshelf. “There’s some drip coffee left, want some?” “Maybe later,” he said. “We have a problem.” That sobered me.

Alpha said. “Yes or no, Alpha?” “Temi needs me,” The AI abruptly said and the Celo lost its bluish glow. No one spoke for a moment. Neither could meet the other's gaze. Elijah rubbed his forehead and sighed. He heard the creaking of the bunk bed and assumed Ire had climbed into bed. Elijah closed his eyes. The image of Temi wearing something so short will forever remain imprinted in his mind. Even when he succeeded to stop thinking about it, the image came back moments later.

He felt a profound sense of rightness, like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place. Elijah stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. His eyes, a shade of warm brown, found his, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face. "Morning," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Morning," he replied, his voice soft. The Elijah looked at his phone on the nightstand and when he looked at the time he put his phone back and again tightened his arm around him, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Jay's head rested on his shoulder, and Elijah pressed a gentle kiss into his hair. It was still very early and wanted to sleep more so they both closed their eyes and went back to sl