Elijah Daybreak Novels & Stories

Elijah even looked at me, giving me a final, nodding approval that felt like a peace treaty. But as the sun began to hint at the horizon, the machines began to wail. At 3:45 AM, surrounded by the family he had both loved and failed, Elijah Kingston took his last breath. The silence that followed was the loudest thing I had ever heard.

She clung to Diego, his warmth and empathy becoming a lifeline in her darkest hours. As the night finally relinquished its hold, delicate tendrils of light began to gently brush the sky, signaling the gradual breaking of dawn. Soft hues of pink and orange slowly spread across the horizon, chasing away the remnants of darkness and casting a warm glow upon the world. The air was still and filled with anticipation, as if it held the promise of a new day dawning.

Brielle's POV I know I must have looked pretty clueless with my eyes bulging and mouth agape. Surely, I looked like an idiot...right? Why else would he have that stupid smile from ear to ear on his face? "Elijah... you're -" I still could not believe it. Sexy Eli is...my mate. I was so giddy, so ecstatic, and... nervous. So damn nervous that it made my knees weak. He grabbed my hand, pulling me along, making me almost fall as I stumbled. He opened the door to an empty study room by the library next to the ballroom. Let me tell you, our pack house is enormous, and I mean HUGE. It's almost like a damn resort.

Kaelen asked, his hand resting gently on the back of her chair. Elena looked up at him. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the Midnight Frost stretched out—a sprawling, glowing testament to the life they had forged, and a solid foundation for the future they were still manifesting. The fatigue of the day began to melt away under the steady, grounding warmth of his presence.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

He stood outside with roses in his hand and apologized to me in the same words, every day. "Lara. I swear I will never see Maya again. "I will not claim her baby. Take everything in my name. Let's start over." I looked at the man. The fixation in his eyes had only one place to go. In the moment he had decided not to save me and the baby, he had been every bit this decisive. The cheapness of him now matched it. I shut the door in his face. He did not stop. He sent flowers every day. He shipped gifts. He camped outside my office.

Just as I was about to blurt out some excuse about a "coincidence" or a "chance encounter", Yoel beat me to it. He casually rested his hand on the cart and said, "Mr. Stone, out shopping today too?" "Yeah," Jeremiah stammered. "My wife told me to pick up some eggs." Yoel gave a small nod. "I see." Then he leaned over as if it were nothing and flicked an imaginary thread from my hair. "I'm just helping to pick up a few essentials for my family."

The fear of cracking some bones slowly disappears when I feel my body press against a stronger chest, the force causing us to fall with a loud thud on the floor. I open my eyes, and realize I had fallen on top of this man with wide hazel eyes and black hair. He stares at me...his eyes widen, and his mouth open like he's about to speak. I lick the bottom of my lips, seeing the edges of his lips slowly curl into a smile. But it disappears so fast like it wasn't there in the first place. He shakes his head abruptly as if trying to remain conscious. 'Hi, I'm Miles.' He says.