{ Eros } I stand up when I start to feel way too agitated and anxious. Lindsay tries to get up too as if she wants to follow me, but I shake my head. "I'll be back in a second, I just want to use the bathroom," I say, moving away before I snap at her undeservingly. I don't even know why I feel so annoyed, I just know I want to do something. My anxiety often manifests in the need to do something impulsive and irrational. Alex, my therapist, says that I do it as an attempt to change the situation that's making me so anxious and turn it into something else entirely. I think he's right. Still, I haven’t learned how to control myself. So, I walk to the bathroom and I knock on the door. I know it's occupied. I know there's another bathroom five steps away, I don't care. "Occupied," the girl says from inside and then she giggles. I want to grab the handle and just open it already so I can catch them in the act, but that makes no fucking sense. Nothing I do ever makes sense, but this i
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
"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
{ Eros } I stand up when I start to feel way too agitated and anxious. Lindsay tries to get up too as if she wants to follow me, but I shake my head. "I'll be back in a second, I just want to use the bathroom," I say, moving away before I snap at her undeservingly. I don't even know why I feel so annoyed, I just know I want to do something. My anxiety often manifests in the need to do something impulsive and irrational. Alex, my therapist, says that I do it as an attempt to change the situation that's making me so anxious and turn it into something else entirely. I think he's right. Still, I haven’t learned how to control myself. So, I walk to the bathroom and I knock on the door. I know it's occupied. I know there's another bathroom five steps away, I don't care. "Occupied," the girl says from inside and then she giggles. I want to grab the handle and just open it already so I can catch them in the act, but that makes no fucking sense. Nothing I do ever makes sense, but this i
In this vision, we’re in a big office and I have Eros on a desk while I’m all over him, kissing him like the world is going to end if I stop for just one second. I’m thrusting my cock against his while he's moaning and allowing me to do whatever I want. He tastes so good. "Yes..." he moans when I lower my hand to get it inside his boxers to pull his big dick out. I'm way too good at the movement and I don't hesitate to jerk him off. Not only that, but I enjoy his little whimpers of pleasure, especially when I move my lips down to his chest and I flick his nipple with my tongue. My mate moans and tries to push me away so he can turn around but I don’t let him, "Saint, don't tease me. Just fuck me already, we don't have time..." "Shut it," I growl against his nipple, then I circle it with my tongue and I tighten my hold on his dick, jerking him faster, "I'm the boss, I can be late if I fucking feel like it." "But we hav—," he gets interrupted by another moan when I start pinching
{ 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