By the time I walk out to the pool, there's upbeat music and I can see seven girls in bikini tops walking to the five guys chilling around the pool and bar. Angel, Saint, Silo, Jamie and Shake. I walk slower as Sammy starts introducing boys and girl, but then she sees me. "Birdie!" She exclaims and everyone turns to look at me, "Girls, this is Eros, the owner of the house. Say hi!”All the girls say hi in unison, I smile at them and then focus on the one I already know. "Damn, Sammy, you look so fucking hot," I let out when I see the two piece set she's wearing, it's sparkly and her tits look amazing in it. She grabs me when she has me close enough and brings me for a tight hug, “Well, all of you girls look hot as hell.” The girls giggle and smile at me, completely ignoring the other guys and, I won't lie, it's an ego boost to have all their attention firmly on me. I haven't been able to be around girls for two years, so this feels exciting. I might just keep all of them for my
{ Saint } I hate my wolf, officially. Eros was right, I didn't like that girl that was all over me earlier and, to be completely honest, I don't like any of the girls here. And yeah, human girls aren’t as attractive as werewolf girls at all, but I don't think it has anything to do with that, it has everything to do with my wolf. He only wants one person. Eros swims to my side and tries to push me away from the girl, but I simply ignore him. "You want me to get you a drink, gorgeous?" I ask Lindsay, forcing a flirty tone only because I want to ruin Eros's night. If I can't get it up for anyone else, he won't either. I'll stop him, it's only fair. "Uhm, yes, please," she murmurs, looking from me to Eros with a deer-in-headlights stare. She truly looks just like Eros with pale pink hair and wide light eyes, she even has some tattoos in the same style as him.Technically speaking, she's the girl I could trick my wolf into wanting. And I will try, but deep down I know he won
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
{ Saint } I hate my wolf, officially. Eros was right, I didn't like that girl that was all over me earlier and, to be completely honest, I don't like any of the girls here. And yeah, human girls aren’t as attractive as werewolf girls at all, but I don't think it has anything to do with that, it has everything to do with my wolf. He only wants one person. Eros swims to my side and tries to push me away from the girl, but I simply ignore him. "You want me to get you a drink, gorgeous?" I ask Lindsay, forcing a flirty tone only because I want to ruin Eros's night. If I can't get it up for anyone else, he won't either. I'll stop him, it's only fair. "Uhm, yes, please," she murmurs, looking from me to Eros with a deer-in-headlights stare. She truly looks just like Eros with pale pink hair and wide light eyes, she even has some tattoos in the same style as him.Technically speaking, she's the girl I could trick my wolf into wanting. And I will try, but deep down I know he won
By the time I walk out to the pool, there's upbeat music and I can see seven girls in bikini tops walking to the five guys chilling around the pool and bar. Angel, Saint, Silo, Jamie and Shake. I walk slower as Sammy starts introducing boys and girl, but then she sees me. "Birdie!" She exclaims and everyone turns to look at me, "Girls, this is Eros, the owner of the house. Say hi!”All the girls say hi in unison, I smile at them and then focus on the one I already know. "Damn, Sammy, you look so fucking hot," I let out when I see the two piece set she's wearing, it's sparkly and her tits look amazing in it. She grabs me when she has me close enough and brings me for a tight hug, “Well, all of you girls look hot as hell.” The girls giggle and smile at me, completely ignoring the other guys and, I won't lie, it's an ego boost to have all their attention firmly on me. I haven't been able to be around girls for two years, so this feels exciting. I might just keep all of them for my
I stay in place after his dramatic departure, trying to understand why I felt such a rush when he was so close to me. And why I felt so annoyed about him leaving like that. I really hate how I can never reach a single conclusion with this guy, I only get more confused. More questions, never a single answer. Saint Bernard is absolutely, one hundred percent hiding something, there's no way he knows so much about me just 'psychoanalizing me'. What if he's a stalker? What if he's... like... an FBI agent? My dad doesn't seem to give a shit about a possibility like that, but I just can't ignore how weird everything about him is. But… let’s be honest, his eyes are insanely blue. They’re way too cute for a man. And his moles are... cute, as well. And his body is so literally prefect, it looks fake. He's strong as fuck, he's good at everything and he always knows things nobody should know. I don't know what he's hiding, but I will find out. And once I’ve done that, I will focus on explo
{ Eros } I'm still throwing my stuff inside my suitcase when my door opens and Saint walks inside my room without knocking. I don’t stop what I’m doing. "Tell Angel I'm ready to leave," I order, but Saint doesn't obey, he only closes the door behind him, "Thanks for turning on me back there, by the way, you fucking asshole. I'm being real, okay? I'm leaving. And never coming back to this fucking literal cage. Fuck it. I don't even care if my sister is still here. I'll send someone to break the floor and bring her to me. I’ll take the painting too. It should be mine, I loved them more.” "You're acting actually insane right now," Saint murmurs and his nonchalance triggers me. I throw my shoes away and walk up to him. He might have like three inches on me and a fuckton of more muscle, but I have more power and I'm not afraid to use it. Against him, specifically, for some reason, "What, Birdie?" "Don't fucking call me insane again," I order and push his chest. He doesn't move an
"You lie to me all the time and I fucking can't stand it anymore, I’m sick of this shit," Eros blurts out, completely misundersting what I meant about not acting like a kid, "So, fuck you, dad. I'm going to run away."Elio’s calm exterior turns incredibly tense and his dark energy starts to fill the room. I need to fix this. "No, you won’t," I growl, annoyed at him for putting me in this position with my boss. And annoyed at my wolf for forcing me to do this because he NEEDS to see this loser happy, "Sir, Eros has been talking about needing a change of scenery for a while. I know things are rocky right now and even though I know for a fact I wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, I also understand why you don't want to risk your Birdie.” "So, what's your proposal, Saint Claude? Because I'm not letting him out. And if he tries to run away, I'll just capture him again and up the security," he says, making Eros all agitated again. Dear god, "And I will consider that your fault, sinc
“Morning, Birdie,” Angel says. I stay with my back to him because I don’t want to ruin my day so early, “I asked Saint about his type, apparently he likes athletic, strong women.” “Is that why you’re always shirtless around him, flaunting your muscles?” Eros asks Angel with a mocking tone and once again, his joke hits too close to home and it makes me turn to him with murder way too clear in my eyes, “It was a little joke, man, chill." "You're so funny, I almost laugh," I mutter, returning my attention to the stove, "What are you doing here so early?" "I wanted to hang out with Angel, I miss him," he admits and then he’s inside the kitchen with us. Angel wraps an arm around Eros’ neck and puts him on a headlock for a second before letting him go, "I'm hungry, what are you working on here?” "A protein smoothie, I'll make you some. Saint, throw some more eggs for Birdie," Angel orders me and I know I'm being a gigantic asshole when I get annoyed by that, as if throwing three more
"Fine, let's do that," I murmur after considering it a few more seconds. My dad claps, almost knocking over his bowl of ice cream, "But I still want you to let me be a man. And give me a fucking job like you promised. In the headquarters, with you." He stops cheering then. Of course, I was right, he really wants me prisoner here. Again. I only got out of here four years ago and my 'freedom' was living alone—with two bodyguards—on a small town where nothing ever happens. So… was I really free? "Alright… but not yet. Once Saint tells me you're ready to defend yourself if something were to happen, then you'll get a job," he promises, but I groan when I hear Saint's name, "This isn't a joke, Birdie. We need to lay low for a while, okay?” "I've been laying low my whole fucking life," I let out and get up, agitated, "I'm sick and tired of this shit life, dad. I need change!" "You'll get it," he says, but it's a lie. An empty promise, "We're taking the Carson crew out, all of them. I'm
We stay at the shooting range for over an hour. Of course Eros sucks at aiming and he can’t keep his arm straight for shit, but all I need from him today is to stop being so scared. Once I feel like we’ve done enough progress, we move to the gym where Birdie gets to show off how much he lifts while Angel does his own thing, ignoring us. I can see Eros is very proud of himself so I allow him to show off for me, lifting almost twice his weight. He looks like he spends a lot of time working out, so I'm not surprised. I'm just... conflicted about other things. Like the part of me that is enjoying this a lot more than I'd like to admit. Spending time with Eros after a few days of not having him around me because he refused to leave his little cage and I've been too busy getting physically and mentally tested by his dad. However, Eros being stuck in The Cage with not much to do means there isn't as much chaos going on in the background of my mind. For days, I've been blessed with silen
We walk for almost three minutes until we reach the training camp at the end of the property. There’s an outdoor shooting range and a big gym on the side, perfect for training the over thirty men I’ll be leading soon. I've been living in The Cage for a week already, getting tested in every possible way. The physical tests are the easiest, I already showed everyone I'm beyond capable of passing their lame ass human strength tests, but the loyalty tests are extremely annoying. I've already received like ten fake offers to betray the Angelou family. They're so painfully obvious, I've just been ignoring them completely. However, the absolute hardest thing about this whole thing has been the gun situation. I'm supposed to be a military guy, totally an expert on everything related to firearms, but before leaving my pack I had never even been close to a gun. Not at all. I had to watch a million videos on how to work most of them but, even then, the first time I had to use a riffle a