Chapter One Hundred And Seventy One Selena’s POVI was getting so impatient because I wanted more of Elijah and he was busy taking care of business which was taking so long when my hands decided to get busy. *Mmmmn* I jerked my hand out between my legs, mortification slamming through me like a wrecking ball. I clutched my bathrobe against my chest and scrambled for the edge of the bed. I couldn’t stay in a room with Elijah , not after what he’d just seen. I’d embarrassed myself enough today, but Elijah barred my way, suddenly in front of me. His tall form loomed over me. I threw my head back to meet his gaze. They were more animated than I’d ever seen them. He looked almost angry but I knew better , he looks like a beast when he gets really horny too . “No Red,” he said quietly.I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. Then he leaned over me until I lay flat on my back again and he towered above me. His jacket fell open and encased me to both sides like a soft prison. I searched his fac
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy ThreeSelena’s POV He unbuckled his belt with practised ease, the movement drawing my eyes to his ground and something I hadn’t thought I would ever evoke in a man. My eyes were frozen on the bulge in his pants. Surprise washed over me, followed by intense triumph. “You’re hard,” I whispered.Elijah ’s gaze flickered to me and he paused with his hands on his fly. “I’malways hard and ever ready when it comes to my wife and Queen.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it was almost drowned out by the raspy desire in it.“That’s not what I meant. You know , I….” I looked down at the soft plum of my stomach and remembered the scars I got at childbirth , Elijah was quick to notice this. We are mates after all and our bonds are now as strong as ever. Elijah gave me a strange look. “Don’t worry. Your body would leave few members of the male species unaffected , you are so beautiful. You’re. my world and I will spend the rest of my life worshippin
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Three Elijah and Selena lay side by side in their cozy bed, bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He reached out and tenderly brushed his fingers through her silken hair, each stroke a silent declaration of his affection. The room was hushed, save for the soft rustling of their breaths and the faint hum of distant traffic.Selena's eyes glistened with emotion as she looked up at Elijah. There was a depth of love in his eyes that never failed to touch her heart. She nestled closer, seeking the warmth of his embrace, and he welcomed her with open arms.For a while, they lay there, wrapped in each other's presence, finding solace in the silence that bound them together. Elijah continued to run his fingers through her hair, savoring the feel of every strand against his skin. It was a ritual, a way for him to convey the words he often found so difficult to say aloud.As minutes turned into hours, Selena's thoughts began
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Four Elijah stood in their big and luxurious bedroom, a warm smile playing on his lips as he watched Selena. She had just asked him a question, something important, but it didn't matter at this moment. He needed to make her laugh, to see that beautiful, carefree expression on her face.With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Elijah moved closer to Selena. His arms wrapped around her, drawing her into a tight and affectionate hug. She gasped in surprise, her question momentarily forgotten. His embrace was warm, a cocoon of love that enveloped her.Tickling was always a secret weapon in their relationship, a way to break down any barriers and make each other laugh uncontrollably. Elijah's fingers found their target, dancing along Selena's sides. She squirmed and giggled, a delightful sound that filled the room."Elijah, stop!" she managed to protest between fits of laughter, but her words only spurred him on. He tickled her mercilessly, their laughter fill
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy FiveHenry stood on the bustling streets of Dubai, his eyes fixed on the sleek, crimson Ferrari glistening under the scorching sun. It was a masterpiece of engineering, a symbol of status and power that he could only dream of owning. The Arabian sun beat down relentlessly, but the heat was nothing compared to the burning desire within him.As he watched the car's owner climb into the driver's seat with a casual grace, a surge of emotions welled up inside Henry. He had grown up in a world of wealth, surrounded by opulence and luxury. His family had always held a place at the top of the social hierarchy, and he had never wanted for anything. But now, standing here, he felt like an outsider in his own city.Henry's heart ached with longing as he thought about his own modest means. His financial situation had taken a nosedive in recent years, leaving him struggling to make ends meet. Gone were the days of lavish vacations and extravagant dinners. He was now
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Six Selena, a determined young woman, embarked on her journey as a medical student at Harvard University. The sun had just begun its ascent into the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the historic campus. With a backpack slung over her shoulder and a heart filled with anticipation, she walked briskly towards her first class.As Selena entered the lecture hall, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The seats were filling up quickly with aspiring doctors, all sharing the same dream of making a difference in the world of medicine. Selena found an empty seat near the front, her heart racing with each step she took.The professor walked in, his white coat a symbol of knowledge and experience. His voice, filled with wisdom, resonated throughout the hall as he welcomed the students to their first day. Selena scribbled notes furiously, eager to soak up every piece of information, every word of wisdom that he shared.Hours passed
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy SevenElijah, the imposing mafia boss, stood alone in his dimly lit gym, surrounded by the scent of sweat and determination. His clenched fists told a story of simmering rage, a response to the challenge that had ignited a fire within him. The rival, a newcomer to this ruthless world, had dared to taunt him, and Elijah couldn't let it slide. In his mind, he knew that mastering the art of boxing and wrestling would be the key to defending his honor.The room echoed with the faint hum of fluorescent lights as Elijah approached the punching bag. He wore no fancy gear or robes; he wanted this training to be raw and authentic. His broad shoulders flexed as he struck the bag with controlled fury. Each punch was a manifestation of his pent-up anger, a message to his rival that he wasn't to be underestimated.Elijah's trainer, an old-timer with a rugged face and a lifetime of experience, watched from the sidelines. He knew that this wasn't just about physical p
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy EightSelena's day began with the heavy weight of anticipation. The crisp autumn air bit at her cheeks as she hurriedly left the hallowed halls of Harvard Medical School. She had just completed her first round of grueling exams, a pivotal step toward her lifelong dream of becoming a doctor. The weight of the textbooks she carried home matched the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.Her footsteps echoed in her ears as she walked briskly towards her destination. Selena was no stranger to hard work and dedication, and it was no different today. She was determined to make her Elijah in the world of medicine. But today, duty called her elsewhere, to a different arena, far removed from the sterile, white-coated environment she was accustomed to.As she approached the gym, the distant roar of the crowd reached her ears. Her husband, Elijah, was a talented wrestler and boxer, and tonight was a crucial match for him. Selena's heart swelled with pride at h