Woah Elijah Brother Novels & Stories

' My mother's voice came through our link. 'Here mom.' 'Has Elijah arrived?' 'No! Probably preoccupied with a little wolf.' 'Do you mean the princess?' 'Yeah. You noticed how he is acting towards her too? It's like he is trying to protect her and it's fucking pathetic.' 'Watch your tongue. He is still our Alpha. Despite everything he got us this far Christopher.' 'He is my brother so, no, I won't watch my tongue. I won't let everything get destroyed for one little girl.'

They treated me as a delicate princess. Lorie hated that. Especially when she saw Elijah, my brother's best friend, being friendly and caring toward me, I couldn't help it. Eli and I had grown up together. His dad was my dad's best friend, and we were always together. If Eli wasn't hanging around my brothers, he was hanging out somewhere near me. There have been more than a few occasions where Eli has stood up for me, defending me from Lorie and her friends. She has had to talk to my parents and brothers a few times about her behavior toward me, but it only made things worse.

Evan's expression remained unreadable. "What about him?" He asked and the man replied. "He was attacked three nights ago.... He sustained a gunshot wound." Evan slowly set the whiskey glass down. "And?" "He survived... The doctors say he'll recover." Evan chuckled. A low... Almost amused sound. "Lucky him." The man remained silent because he knew that tone, it never meant anything good. Evan walked toward the large window. "So..." "My dear brother is finally bleeding." His reflection smiled. "Who did it?"

The moment she heard the door open, she rushed toward him. She almost spoke, but my appearance froze her. She looked at me in shock as my brother carefully set me on the couch. She asked coldly, "What happened to you?" But I could see the glimmer of happiness inside her. "Nothing new. Emilia caused trouble again," I said with a small smile. She looked away from me, her pupils trembling slightly. My brother brought the first aid kit. His sister stared at him in awe. "Adrian cares about someone? That’s a miracle!" she exclaimed, before he gave her a threatening glare.

My brother and I always got a long really well but it's been two years and I am the loneliest person you will ever meet. My door swings open and in walks Emma, our omega. She has been taking care of me since I was a little girl. "Good morning Olivia," she sings in her sweet voice, she has always done it since I was little and it always used to get a giggle out of me in the mornings but now it was just a smile, "are you ready for school today?" She asked ignoring my over all glumness, "no," I said as I stood up and looked for something to wear in my closet, she sighed, "you can't be this moody everyday, life is going to get better around here, you'll see!" I couldn't smile at her words, last

My fingers trembled as I palm my face, trying to gather myself. “Elijah?” I managed, voice hoarse. Why am I not surprised? “You own BloodMatch?” A dark chuckle spilled through the line. “Well, someone has to make sure all my loving idiot brothers eat on a regular basis,” Elijah drawled, his voice smooth but laced with something dangerous.

He gets up from the ground and walked up to me, I withdrew but he grabbed my arms and drew me forward. "Excuse me miss Mariah, may I remind you that my brother isn't human, his fucking werewolf and not just not any werewolf, his an alpha, you of all people should know what that means". He gave me his response. I pulled him away and said, "I don't okay, all I want is to have him here". "I'm here," Elijah spoke standing at the doors opening. We both turn around, I looked at him and thankfully he came home unharmed.

Denzel circled his captive, his gloved fingers skimming the surface of the soaked ropes. "Elijah." He grinned, revealing a set of straight, milk-white teeth. "You were the one from that day at the fair. Why are you in my territory? You know what fate awaits you." "I came to see her. And you, dear brother." A stunned silence filled the entire room. A short while passed before Denzel broke it, his voice a menacing growl. "What did you call me?" Denzel narrowed his eyes at him. "I suppose I should have made it plural." Elijah shrugged as much as the tight ropes would allow. "My brothers."

Failing completely. "What?" Lorenzo's voice, sharp as a blade. Of course he was the first to recover. But Ellie was looking at me. Only me. And in her eyes, I saw the truth of it. She believed it absolutely. "Elijah," she repeated, slower this time, like she was explaining something to children. "My brother. Your friend. The man we all watched get cremated. He's alive."

Elijah cried and tried to wiggle free himself. “Ple….please… Leave…me.” But Evan pulled out his favorite gun, aimed it at his left eye, and shot down his half-brother. Elijah screamed in intolerable pain but then he went unconscious. Evan pushed his limp body on the floor. “Fucking loser, you don't even deserve Evan Conon Hemsworth’s time to play with, Elijah fucking Rossi. Such a spineless, useless loser you are. The world doesn't need you!” Evan snorted and shot him multiple times on his body, snatching his life from him.