Protecting Elijah

•Chapter 21• Mine

This song is actually my new obsession.

I'm extremely sorry for the late update. :(

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"Stephan, give me the remote."

"No."

"Stephan."

"No."

"Oh my fuck, give me the remote."

"Piss off, we watched your show yesterday" he complains.

"But I don't want to watch The Real Housewives of Atlanta" I growl.

"Why not?" He asks "It's a great show."

"No it's not, it's dumb" I say punching his muscular arm.

He just shrugs and continues watching the tv in front of us.

"Can you at least move over, I'm practically squished" I ask pointing to my leg that is crushed between his body and the edge of the couch.

"Anything else dear?" He growls.

I muffle and laugh and decide to get up and go check on Elijah.

He's still sleeping upstairs and it's almost the afternoon but Stephan and I thought we shouldn't wake him up because he's been really stressed lately. Between figuring out what's going on with the rogues and hunters, and trying to run his own pack at the same time. Or our pack as he likes to say.

It's been about a month since the arrow incident, and since Elijah marked me. I'm not going to lie, I was a little unsure about us moving too fast, but I guess now that Tiffany is out of the picture I can start to trust him now.

"Hey bïtch!" I hear Stephan yell.

"Yes dear?" I question.

"Make me a sandwich will you!"

I flip him off, and continue walking up the stairs hearing his laughter in the distance. Heading towards the end of the hall, I end up in front of Elijah's door. I've been in his room before, once. He never really let me go to his room before he marked me, but I guess since we're almost fully mated, he says 'I can go there for whatever I need'.

Me being attached to him now, I've become suddenly nervous and jittery near him. I'm constantly blushing at everything he says, and I get all giddy when he touches me.

Shaking off my thoughts, I lightly knock on the door and push it open slowly, as I hear a grunt of permission.

Walking in, I close it quietly behind me and turn towards the king sized bed, where my sexy Alpha mate is sleeping, half naked in all his glory.

Damn it, I'm already blushing.

His beautifully sculpted chest, is on full display, and his raven coloured hair is messy as it curls around his ears. Black, satin sheets pool around his waist, hiding his goods that any hormonal woman would love to see. I have to touch my face to make sure I'm not drooling.