Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

"Please." "The idea that I was powerless. Vulnerable. Exploited. It's. It's infantilizing. I'm a physicist. A researcher. A capable adult. Yes, I was sexually inexperienced. But that doesn't make me incapable of consent. Incapable of choice. I chose Delilah. Actively. Repeatedly. With full awareness." "Even when she wrote a book about you?" Harder question. We'd debated how to answer. "I didn't know about the book," Elliot said. "When I found out. I was hurt. Angry. I left."

I sat with the notification a long moment before I pressed play, some instinct telling me I wasn't ready to hear his voice, even secondhand, even filtered through a recording I could stop if I needed to. I pressed play anyway. Six minutes was too long to be nothing. "Elena." His voice came through steady, controlled, none of the composure from two nights ago cracked at all. "I know you've been with Cross. I know you probably think he's helping you. I want you to hear something before you let him finish whatever story he's telling you about me."

I tried to hide it, but she had been watching me long enough to read the small betrayals on my face. “I just did not expect him to have a mate, I guess,” I muttered before I could stop myself. The name left my mouth like a confession and I immediately regretted it. Helena’s expression softened in a way that made me uncomfortable. “You really are difficult,” she said, half amused, half exasperated. “But you need to understand that this is the way things are. There is no room for a romance story in our lives, and this is not a book for you to enjoy and fantasize about.”

**Elena** “Fucking take me, Xavier,” I whispered in his ear, voice shaking, breath hot on his skin. God. I've been starving. His arms tightened around me. I was still wrapped around him, legs curled around his waist like I never wanted to let go. His chest rose and fell hard against mine, and when he looked at me…his eyes were dark blue, wild, full of something more than lust. Need. He kissed me again. Slow this time.

Elena arched her back; her nipples were hardening in the mix of cold air and the fireplace’s heat. Vlad lowered his mouth to one of them, sucking hard while his free hand slid between her legs. He pushed the panties aside and thrust two fingers inside her at once, feeling how wet and ready she already was for him. She moaned loudly: “Vlad…” He opened his pants with one hand, freed his hard, thick cock, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust all the way in with one deep, single stroke. Elena moaned loudly, digging her nails into his back. He began to move—hard, fast, and merciless.

Lying to her felt like a betrayal, a crack in the carefully constructed facade I presented to the world. “Yelena,” I began, then paused, searching for the right words. “It’s not what you think. This girl, Zoey, she… she’s more than just an associate. She’s a puzzle, a challenge, and I…” I hesitated, the admission sticking in my throat. “I find myself intrigued by her.” Yelena’s gaze softened, a hint of understanding glimmering in her eyes. “Intrigued?” she echoed, a playful lilt in her voice. “That doesn’t sound like the Alexei I know, the one who measures his life in spreadsheets and power plays.”

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

they would succeed someday. Despite my best attempts, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks now. "Oh, really?" He released a bitter, humorless chuckle, his voice as cold as ever, "So, what were you doing then? I truly believe there's nothing more to you than your body, Elena, and do I look like a fool to you that I'd blindly believe whatever shit you'd say?" his grip tightened, "You're trying to escape the pack, aren't you? Sleeping with a soldier to gain their favor and slip past the border, isn't that your plan? I can't blame you, really. Anyone in your shoes would want to escape. It's not easy being the daughter of that bastard, but it was never supposed to be easy, because you're just l

I needed a drink, something strong enough to erase the memory of Valeria beneath me, lips swollen from my kisses, pulse beating under the place I could never allow myself to mark. I had spent years training every instinct that came with being a Romanov Alpha. I had learned when to speak, when to fight, when to kill, and when restraint mattered more than strength. Then Valeria Morozova arrived and I behaved like a newly shifted wolf who had no idea how to control himself around a woman. I turned toward my office and stopped when Elena’s voice reached me. She stood by an arched window, the courtyard spread below, dressed in a fitted black dress that left very little to the imagination. The fai

RHEA My fingers were locked around Yelena’s throat, the skin beneath my claws slick with a cold sweat. She didn’t claw at my eyes like a normal person would, or a victim would. She just stared up at me, her face turning a bruised, terrifying purple, her lips curling into a pitying smile that made my blood boil. “You think….you're the first …..to try and break him?” Her voice was a rattling whisper, escaping as I choked her through the narrow gap I allowed her. “Shut up! Just die and let this be over with!”