I step outside my building carrying the obnoxiously big Gucci duffle bag my dad bought me and I walk to the car in front of my bodyguards because I’m anxious and I really just want to reach The Cage as soon as possible... but, now that I think about it… "Shit," Silo growls as he crashes against my back because I stopped all of a sudden, "Why did you stop like that?" "I just realized I won’t be able to go out as much once I’m at The Cage, so why don’t we go have some wings and a beer beforehand?” I ask, but they’re contractually obligated to do anything I say, so we actually end up in my favorite hot wing spot a few minutes later. I'm about to go sit at the bar because I want to see the baseball game they're playing, but my eyes instantly focus on a blonde woman sitting there. It looks like Dolly from the back and that makes my heart beat faster in a mix of emotions. “Birdie!” Silo growls when I stop all of a sudden and he slams on me again, “Now what?!”The woman turns to look at
"Are you home?" I ask my dad on the phone as Silo stops the SUV in front of my childhood home. He says yes, "Can you come outside, please? I'm not... you know I can't do this on my own." "Of course, Birdie boy. I'll be there in a second," he says with a soft voice and hangs up. I hear Angel and Silo stepping out to get our things, but I just wait. Six years ago, two bodyguards betrayed us. They gave our enemies complete access to our home. It was around four PM. It was Sunday, October 2nd. I was hungover and sleeping but my sister was hanging out in the TV room. She had invited me to watch a movie that day but I said no because I felt like shit. And that's when it happened. The group of three men came to the house looking for us but only found her. They tried to take her so they could use her against my dad, but... my sister knew the type of stuff they would do to her. My dad never shielded us from the truth, so we both knew she would have it the worst if we were ever kidnapped.
My name is Bernard St Claude and I’m a True Alpha. I was born to protect and serve my pack. Nothing more, nothing less. And no questions asked. I’m 26 years old. I have dark blue eyes, pasty skin, tall built and a strong body. I have moles around my face and neck. I have a big tattoo that starts on my shoulder and goes down to my left hand. And I only got it to make myself look tough because I’m not. I’m not tough. I’m not anything you would expect from a True Alpha, to be completely honest. I lack the passion, the motivation, the drive, the ambition, the energy. Being a True Alpha comes with a lot of attention, a lot of expectations and a lot of problems. And for me, it also came with an extra quirk no one else seems to have: I can see the future. My own future. And consequently, the future of those closest to me. Up until two months ago, my future was completely set in stone. I was so submitted to it, my brain stopped even sending me random visions because there was no nee
{ Eros } I'm Eros Angelou. Son of the biggest drug lord in the country. People call me The Prince and they stay far, far away from me. I’m 24 years old. I have gray eyes, olive skin, awesome tattoos, the most perfect teeth, a good ass, greek beauty, cero friends, anxiety and prolonged grief disorder. Because most of my family is dead and I can’t get over it… or more like, I refuse to get over it. And I'm currently painting my hair pink because, why not? What else am I going to do? I haven't been physically or mentally able to leave my fucking apartment in two weeks. I'm losing my mind. I’m paranoid. I’m scared of the world around me… "What?! Who is it?" I bark at whoever is knocking on my bedroom door while I'm impulsively dying my hair from platinum blonde to bubblegum pink. They don't respond, "Ugh. Just come in." I thought it would be one of my bodyguards or even my father coming in as a surprise, but no. It's actually my girlfriend, Dollerina, who I haven't seen in over
Dolly breaks down again, but this time it feels real. This cry is genuine and it makes me realize the other one was manipulative. Performative. "I will do anything," she sobs uglily. Because it’s real now, "Please, Birdie, please. I don't want us to end, not for this stupid mistake. It's nothing, just sex. You and I have way more than just sex." "Sex is a big fucking deal for me, Dolly. I don’t like sharing pussy, especially not with him," I growl, shaking my head. I'm flabbergasted by the fact that she really thought I might be obsessed enough with her that I wouldn't care if she fucked another man. She's wrong. I care a lot, "Leave or I'll call Angel and tell him to throw you out. I'm not playing." Her beautiful face crumbles down, but she's scared of my bodyguards so she accepts and walks away, her shoulders shaking because of her sobs. I put my hands on my head and try to keep it together, but I don't take betrayal well, not at all. "Angel!" I yell, losing it. Two seco
"Mister Saint, thanks for coming... can you just give me five minutes to talk to my son?" My dad asks. The guy blinks, looking confused for another second, then he nods and takes a step back. I wait for him to look at me and acknowledge his asshole behavior, say sorry or something... but he doesn't. He just walks away. My dad shuts the door and turns to me, "Now sit down and tell me what has you all worked up." "What has me worked up?! I'm telling you my girl cheated on me with your partner's son and then that tall asshole out there throws me to the ground and acts like I was the one who did something wrong!" I let out, taking a big breath and when I'm done I throw myself on one of the chairs in front of his desk, "God is against me." "No, he's not. God's too busy for us. And a whore's gonna whore," my dad lets out with a dismissive gesture, sitting down on his leather chair again, "What I need to know what's the deal with this... fashion... hair style. Is it a cry for help?" "No
"Listen, I have a plan," my dad says after a couple seconds, turning to look at me again, "That guy outside is my newest plan of escape." "What?" I ask, completely confused, "How?" "He used to be in the military and has some skills the rest of my thugs don’t have. He's intelligent as a motherfucker. So much, he's been controlling bad situations before they even happen." "What the hell? How does he do that?" "I don't know, I will speak with him about it right now. But I will make him my head of security and keep him by my side for a while. If he's as brilliant as they made him look, he's a great option for me to... rely on him heavily. At least a lot more than I've ever relied on anyone else." "Dad," I close my eyes and shake my head, "Don't you think it's suspicious that he knows what's going to happen before it even happens? As if... he planned it? As if he's trying to make himself be more brilliant than he is? I mean, if he's a military guy, how come he didn't see me comin
"Okay, I can see... you want all the intel on me," Saint says with an easy smile and looks at my dad briefly before getting even more relaxed in that chair, as though he owns that chair and this whole building. Military men don't get relaxed like that, I don’t think, "I'm originally from Canada. I got in the military at eighteen but I had a situation and left last year. I had to stay under the radar for a while but a few months ago I managed to cross the border, so I'm here undocumented. Anyway, I was looking for weed one day, that’s how I got into contact with Angelou people and I asked for a job because I wasn't going to get one any other way. They gave me a pound of coke and I started selling but then Gideon, my previous boss, decided to let me show my true skills during an encounter and he liked the way I work so he kept me as part of his team for a while and that’s how I got this meeting. That's all." Hm. Something is not clicking, that sounds rehearsed. "Where's your Canadia
"Are you home?" I ask my dad on the phone as Silo stops the SUV in front of my childhood home. He says yes, "Can you come outside, please? I'm not... you know I can't do this on my own." "Of course, Birdie boy. I'll be there in a second," he says with a soft voice and hangs up. I hear Angel and Silo stepping out to get our things, but I just wait. Six years ago, two bodyguards betrayed us. They gave our enemies complete access to our home. It was around four PM. It was Sunday, October 2nd. I was hungover and sleeping but my sister was hanging out in the TV room. She had invited me to watch a movie that day but I said no because I felt like shit. And that's when it happened. The group of three men came to the house looking for us but only found her. They tried to take her so they could use her against my dad, but... my sister knew the type of stuff they would do to her. My dad never shielded us from the truth, so we both knew she would have it the worst if we were ever kidnapped.
I step outside my building carrying the obnoxiously big Gucci duffle bag my dad bought me and I walk to the car in front of my bodyguards because I’m anxious and I really just want to reach The Cage as soon as possible... but, now that I think about it… "Shit," Silo growls as he crashes against my back because I stopped all of a sudden, "Why did you stop like that?" "I just realized I won’t be able to go out as much once I’m at The Cage, so why don’t we go have some wings and a beer beforehand?” I ask, but they’re contractually obligated to do anything I say, so we actually end up in my favorite hot wing spot a few minutes later. I'm about to go sit at the bar because I want to see the baseball game they're playing, but my eyes instantly focus on a blonde woman sitting there. It looks like Dolly from the back and that makes my heart beat faster in a mix of emotions. “Birdie!” Silo growls when I stop all of a sudden and he slams on me again, “Now what?!”The woman turns to look at
Do you know who ISN’T in my future anymore, though? And all those girls I was going to fuck. They’re nonexistent now. Because of Eros."I want to go back," I whine like a bitch, feeling defeated. My life in Akino before this change was shit, but I think this is going to be way worse. At least before I was still... normal. On my path, with my own kind.My future was set in stone and it wasn't even that bad now that I think about it. I was going to do the Alpha Challenge and I was going to win, of course. Then I would be the Alpha of Akino for many, many years. My old path was this:26 years old. I win the Alpha Challenge, I get the title and the money. Cool shit. I enjoy it a whole lot until...28 years old. I finally meet Julie, my wife. My Luna. Cute girl, we're a compatible couple and we fuck a lot (at the beginning). Everyone is happy for me, even my mom shows me some excitement.29 years old. We have our first kid. A girl. Julianna. That was pure fucking hell, I absolutely hate
{ Saint }One hour and fifty seven minutes.It's been one hour and fifty seven minutes since I found my fated mate, since he literally crashed into me and changed everything, but it feels like a lifetime. He's fucking exhausting. Thankfully he's now taking a nap, so I can take a second to breathe and relax. I lift my hands to hold my head for a second and I massage it, loving the sound of silence. Eros is asleep so that means I'm no longer hearing the background noise of my future being unstable as fuck. This is truly a mess. It hasn't even been two hours and now everything is changing again. Just me blowing up and saying he has no friends has changed the timeline again. Of course we will end up together, just not as fast as before I said that. Now he's going to be all butt-hurt around me until I apologize again or not. Up to me. But that still means nothing. With someone like Eros, anything could make or break us, which is why I'm glad I've decided to stop paying attention to the
"Why are you sorry?” I ask, immediately suspicious. I mean, why is he being nice all of a sudden? “Is it because you didn't help me get up or because you've been an asshole?" "Both. And I’m truly sorry," he says, sounding actually genuine, which only throws me off. His eyes start studying my face as if I'm the one with slutty moles all over it, "Are you hurt, from that fall?" I seriously didn't expect him to back down at all, so I just blink in confusion. How can he sound both so rough and soft at the same time? "No... well, maybe my ass hurts a little," I murmur, trying to figure out why I feel like this is a whole different person. However, before I can apologize too, he snarls at me again. Like a bipolar fucking dog. "You will survive," he snaps, bamboozling me again, "I apologized, so can you back down and give me some space now?" "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I let out, so frustrated. I've never felt like this before, I want to grab his head and crack it open to look
{ Eros } There he is. Bernard St Claude, the untrustworthy asshole. It’s crazy how he’s even taller than Angel so he’s at least six foot four. His shoulders are broad and his arms thick as fuck, he probably spends hours lifting weights. Or missiles, or whatever they do in the military—if that whole backstory is even real. He was smiling like he didn't have a single worry in the world as he walked outside the building dragging his suitcase, but now that he's about to get in the car with me, his sour face has returned. "Fucking get in already," I hear Angel bark at Saint before opening the door and practically shoving his big body inside the SUV, "Sorry you had to wait so long, Birdie, this guy was busy flirting with your dad's secretary." Of course he was. I shake my head in disapproval and just look at him as he gets inside the backseat with me, making this SUV look like a sedan. Angel shuts the door on Saint’s ass and gets into the driver seat to take us to The Cage becau
I leave Elio's office a different person. I was so excited when I first came in to this building and now I have nothing to look forward to except the money... but, is this money even worth it if I have to fuck a man to get it? Well, it's going to be millions, so maybe. But still. "Hey... Bernard, right?" a female voice asks and I lift my eyes to her. It's a black girl with light brown eyes that's going to be in my life for a long time. I can see she’s going to be a really good friend, so I walk closer, "Are you okay? You look distraught.” "I'm alright. And you can call me Saint," I start and I reach her desk, "What's your name?" "Samantha. My buddies call me Sammy," she responds with an easy smile with shiny white teeth. Sammy is going to become Eros' best friend soon and that means she's going to be around me all the time... and she's really hot. I didn’t notice earlier because I was too in my head. I could choose to flirt with her now and she would reciprocate for a littl
"Having more migraines?" Eros asks all of a sudden, returning his suspicions eyes to me, saving me from the gross future memories. I blink and pay attention to his stupid face, "Because you look like you want to throw up." "Yeah," I murmur, "I'll take a pill in a minute." “Take it now,” he says, eyes narrowing even more, “Show us your medication. Let me see the n—“ "Are you ready to move in, Saint?" Elio asks, interrupting and absolutely ignoring his son again. I can’t hide my smile at that, "You'll share the house with the rest of our main security guys, but it’s big enough for all of you. And you’ll have your own bedroom.” "That sounds good," I nod and shrug, "Everything I own is in my suitcase, so I'm ready to go anywhere, anytime.” "Perfect, I like that. I travel a lot and you'll be coming with me, as my HS… but only after you’ve finished your probationary period with my guys. I’ll give you two weeks to show me everything you’re promising," Elio says. I nod without showin
"I hope you're right, Saint. You see, Rosette is both metaphorically and literally on fire right now and I'm the biggest target… but to be completely fair, that's how it always is. I just pissed off the Carson Crew more than usual with my last move," Elio explains with a tired sigh, "I'm slowly but surely over-powering what little territory they still have around here. They don’t like that. Of course, nobody likes a monopoly and I promised I would stop and leave them alone, but that was a lie. I want them out of here completely. So… The Carson’s are a small but significant thorn in my behind at the moment, as you can imagine.“ "Yeah, I get it. And I can help with that," I assure him, because I know I will. Eros scoffs at my comment but I chose to ignore him, "I'm confident I can help you get rid of them. All I need is some time to see how they move and create a plan. I've heard about the Carson Crew but now I’ll be closer to them. In no time, I'll get rid of your biggest enemies and