Hi, this is your dumb bitch of an author speaking.I skipped a chapter accidentally so this isn’t a repeat. In a couple of hours my editor will fix the mistake and you’ll be able to read the last chapter as it should be, it’s called ‘bad ideas’. But to recap: Angelique and Lesley got into a fight and Elliot tried to fix things with both of them.I’m soo sorry I fucked up :{ I always do this because I have the chapters in a file and when I upload them to this app I mix them up. Anyway, thanks for reading this story, I hope you’re liking it so far. I’ve been writing a lot so I’ll probably upload two chapters a day everyday or maybe even more. :)************** ******** ************ ********* { Angelique }Lesley and Elliot have been away for about fifteen minutes. Not knowing what the hell they’re doing is stressful. Xavier, Taret, Eva, Franco and I are chatting about how amazingly cool it was when I started beating up the whore. Taret is our new addition to the group because Franco
I bring my hands to Lesley's waist and pull her to me, trying to be sexy and keep my emotional state in check. I know she's going to say something but I kiss her before she can ask anything, luckily Lesley doesn't protest, she just kisses me back.I take a few steps and drop her on my bed to take off my shirt. We seem to be on the same page, because she joins in to remove her own shirt, giving me a perfect view of her breasts. And I… I like them, of course, but they initially disturb me a bit.They're not extremely small or anything, but there's something about the shape of her nipple that... I don't know. It's very small and pale. It looks like a child’s nipple. I already knew beta girls aren't as... feminine as an omega, but I don't mind, right? I just wish her nipple didn't look like an kid’s. I don't like that, but I can ignore it. All I need is to be inside her. "I'm ready for everything," she whispers coyly, which is perfect."You sure?" I ask, lifting my hand to her left br
For the next hour I dedicate to analyzing every corner of the camp in search of Angelique while hating on myself.I'm about to give up on this part and go look for her on the left wing of camp, but I hear someone sniffling and I know it's her.Relief fills me and I grab my phone to text Alpha Monroe that I've found her.It doesn't take me long to locate her, she's sitting in the back of an empty cargo truck, her legs dangling lifelessly over the edge. She’s crying and playing with her hands in her lap. Her shirt is still open and I curse myself once again for not thinking beyond my jealousy."Go away," she mutters without looking up or raising her voice. I obviously don't listen to her.I walk over to her and hug her tightly, because I am so sorry, so overwhelmed. Her body is completely immobile against me, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to hug her. I feel so bad. I bury my face in her neck and pull her even closer to me, pulling her down from the truck."I’m so sorry, Ange
{ Elliot }I walk into my room, happy to find it empty. I remove the sheets and replace them with clean ones to get Lesley's scent off and I sit on my bed, not knowing what to do, honestly. I should try to go to sleep because it's late now, but something tells me I won't be able to get much sleep today anyway. The door opens before I can enjoy some silence and quiet and I close my eyes, wishing they go away. I'm not feeling chatty or social at the moment."I heard about what happened... are you okay?" Hunter asks, closing the door carefully. I squeeze my eyes tighter. I don't know what's wrong with Hunter but he's been very open about his emotions lately, and worst of all, he expects the same from me. He wasn't like that, that's why he's my best friend. He was cautious, he wouldn't touch any sensitive topics he knew I didn't want to talk about, but for a while now he's been exploiting me to share shit. I blame Melanie for that, "I also saw Angelique leave."Thank you for reminding m
"Okay. It started one humid summer night at that place I was sent to because of my previous misdeminor you all know about. Anyway, I was walking around minding my own business when all of a sudden this big scary alpha crashes into me from behind and starts rambling about wanting to be alone with me," I take a breath and make sure to look at everyone in the jury, "Now, Franco is saying that I 'was all over him for days, seducing him' but I have the whole camp as a witness and they know that I adore my Fated Alpha, Elliot Thorne, and I was only being nice to Franco because we all thought he was in love with me and I didn't want to make him feel bad. ""Get to the point, Monroe, please," my lawyer repeats, pinching the bridge of his nose. My father gives me a thumbs up from his seat in the audience."If I get straight to the point: Franco Jazzer is a rapist and caused me serious psychological issues, without telling the whole story, no one will understand and maybe they'll let him go fre
I say goodbye to Damiena as I struggle out of her tiny car. My short skirt flies as I get out."Remember to pick me up at 6 to go to the salon, but stop by to get Frances first, so we don't have to cross the pack twice," I remind her, and Damiena nods, "Oh, and bring your gold dress, the prom dress. We'll all wear gold.""Great!" she squeals. I know how much she loves wearing that dress and bragging about how expensive it was. She waves goodbye and leaves.I stare at her until the gate opens again and she can get out. Then I look up and sigh. I really missed my home.It's the complete opposite of the camp. Clean, elegant, spacious and always smells fresh. I leave my purse and phone on the reception table, next to the most recent vase of flowers my dad gave my mom and I walk into the living room, where I can hear my parents talking."Hi, I'm home," I announce, coming down the three steps and almost running to the couch where they’re sitting, looking very serious. I sit down next to my
My hands start shaking but before I can spend the rest of the day obsessing over this confusing conversation I just had with him, I walk to the living room where my parents still are."I did some thinking and I guess having a little sibling won't be so bad after all and I was wrong to react that way because I'm a grown woman," I announce, standing completely firm in front of them to look more put together. My parents stare at me open-mouthed, as if they don't believe this is happening. I guess it's not very me to face the problem, “If you can promise you won't stop loving me or push me aside or cut my inheritance in half, then I'll even say 'congratulations' followed by a hug."My mother gets up to hug me, assuring me that I'm always going to be the favorite. Just what I wanted to hear. I smile, feeling even better when my dad joins in the hug, telling me the same things."Congratulations," I tell them and then all is well. Who knew apologizing and acting mature could be so easy?My
Before I get in the shower, I grab my phone to check the time and I can see that I have a voicemail that someone left me at two in the morning. I don't have time to see what it is, so I just ignore it and start getting ready for the day.I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I'm more irritable than usual. I ran the daily five miles but I still had a lot of adrenaline, so I demanded that we run more. Only four of the kids were able to keep up for another three miles with me, but I honestly don't care. Afterwards, I took them to The Wall thinking that would cheer me up a little more, but it didn't work, it just made me remember that the last person who managed to climb it (illegally, of course) was Angelique with Franco's help. These kids are so boring. The most boring group of delinquents I've ever had. They can't hold my attention with anything."Have you ever taken them to the Ayala base?" Luc asks and the thought flashes in my head. I've never taken them there but it’s a g
Hello! I hope you enjoyed this story :D Angelique and Elliot’s story is over now, but you will be able to read about their lives in my next book, which will be Marea’s love story. Another unlovable character who will find love. I’ll let you know when that happens, but make sure you’re following me so you don’t miss it*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***{ Angelique }Instead of returning home after we leave the restaurant, I take Elliot to a room in the same hotel we stayed at last time so we can have a correct celebration. As soon as we're locked inside a room, Elliot throws me on the bed and desperately undresses me while I do nothing but stare at my own hand with the most gorgeous, perfect ring I've ever seen. I love it so much.It was absolutely unexpected. And I don’t know what Elliot’s plan was, when he would give it to me if I hadn’t forced him to do it right there, but I know I would be waiting for a while. Now I now, sometimes he needs a push. And I love pushing people
{ Angelique }I raise my hand and put my shiny new bracelet straight into the sun to fill the car with sparkles. Elliot rolls his eyes when another sound of excitement escapes me and just keeps driving. In silence. Ever since I lost my cool a few minutes ago and snapped at the lovely saleswoman, he's been mad at me. He can't really blame me for thinking they were flirting, right? It was totally suspicious how both of them were so nervous and sneaky about it. I thought he was trying to get back at me for flirting with Juanito. "Why are you still mad?" I ask when I get tired of his attitude. Elliot turns to look at me like he has no idea what I'm talking about, "I apologized a thousand times.""I know, I'm not mad," he replies and tries to smile at me, but fails. He looks like he’s stuck inside his head, overthinking as per usual, "Tell me where to go. Somewhere you really like."I decide to let the subject go for now and tell him the place where I want to go, which is only ten minute
This is stupid and impulsive. Usually, I’m just stupid so I blame the impulsivity on my rut.We've only been mates for literally one day after a week of complete disaster, I’m still not in the right head space, Angelique is extremely difficult... and yet, here I am. Because, what could be more effective to let her know I'm completely crazy about her? This is exactly what I want to give her, a grand romantic gesture that will show her that I'm being serious about us now and that I'm grateful she chose to be my mate, even when I’m at my worst. And it doesn't mean we have to get married right away, we can do it in a year or two or maybe even later. This ring is just going to mean that I'm willing to get married, which is pretty significant because I never thought I'd be even considering it and she knows that. "Engagement rings are actually our specialty," the saleswoman assures, with a bright smile, "Do you have any idea what you're looking for? Do you have a special ring in mind? We
I’m so shocked by this that I have to move to the bed and sit there before my legs give up. Angie follows me. We both stay like that for a while, not talking."How do you feel about this?" Angie asks a while later, "Give me something, don't just keep quiet. If you hate me, tell me. I’ll blame your wolf for the decision anyway.”"I don't hate you. When I look into your eyes, I can feel it," I admit, doing it again. I let her big green eyes captivate me, as if she's bewitching me, "I can feel a big force pulling us together, but I don't feel anything different, emotionally. It feels... normal. Like it's the right thing. I just feel... peace.""Oh yeah? Well, I feel like I might kill myself if you don't give me what I want from now on," she replies and climbs onto my lap, "I feel like if you let your brain worms take control again, I'm going to stage a murder-suicide. If you try to take away what's mine, I'm going to lose my mind.""Okay, okay, chill. You sure know how to win over an al
{ Angelique }As soon as Elliot leaves, the General... I mean, Jacob, gives me a look of complete reproach before bending down to help Juanito get up and sit on the couch. My old friend is moaning and groaning, but I can't feel bad because it's his own fault. I can't believe he thought Elliot was just going to let him hit him without hitting back. Also, it’s just dumb to hit someone so much bigger that you, that’s just a lack of common sense. "I hope you know what you're doing, Angelique," Jacob spits, stepping in front of me and trying to intimidate me, which is never going to happen, so I make sure I don't lower my gaze in any way, "Elliot told me the truth about Markus. He never existed. You're just a manipulative liar and I don't love that you’re the omega my my son chose.”"And? Why would I care? You're going to warn me to stay away from him?" I scoff in mocking, crossing my arms across my chest as my father approaches from behind me, "Because that's not going to happen.""I kno
Juanito's eyes are just as I remember them, black, very big and expressive, and his eyelashes are almost as long as the fake ones I'm wearing. The only surprise is the fact that he’s a beta, I always thought he would be an alpha, but I’m not someone who gives a shit about designations anyway. I'm just hypnotized watching him and the truth is that I don't pay much attention to what he's saying, but I try to follow his conversation anyway because it's the first time he's paying attention to me. This may be hard to believe, but when I was twelve years old, Juanito did not love me or was obsessed with me. Juanito was the most desired boy in school and even though I was also in the top five most important people, he never paid attention to me, he never wanted to spend time with me and never kissed me until he was forced to by a bottle. And I gave him the worst kiss of his life. "People don't call me Juanito anymore, you know?" he mutters, in an awkward laugh after we've chatted for fift
Elliot is grabbing my ass so hard it starts to hurt, but I honestly can't give it much thought at the moment. We're making out in a hot, sloppy, desperate way. I'd like to say it's because Elliot is hungry for me, but I might be hungrier. I haven't touched him like this in months, I need him. We kiss for what feels like hours and it’s definitely not pretty at all because he’s trying to consume me but I’m fighting back, we’re holding each other like we might disappear at any moment and the scent around us is naughty. This is what our reunion should have been like. This is what I wanted.Elliot walks with me after a while and drops me on the bed. He lays me down and stares at me for a few seconds before talking off my robe. He roughly rips off my panties and unhooks my bra, then he starts desperately kissing all over my body as if he needs me to breathe. He kisses my forehead, my mouth, my neck, my breasts, on my belly, my thighs, directly on my clitoris then and all around, then he
I really try to act and look normal, but I’m extremely annoyed at absolutely everything and everyone, including myself and Angie. I’m at the level of annoyance where the safest thing for everyone is to stay away and don’t talk to me. I don't even know if annoyance is the right word for how I feel, I'm just pissed off. Mostly at Angelique for saying what she said and then not looking at me once and being on her phone the whole time. I'm mad at myself for not being able to deal with whatever is going on inside of me. I'm also mad at my mom for bringing up the subject of our breakup every five seconds."Uhm, changing the subject again... tomorrow is Candice's introduction party. I'd love for you to be there, as honorary members of our pack," Lauren says with a smile that tries to be natural but is a little awkward because my mom is still sad, I'm angry and Angelique is mentally somewhere else. “Thank you so much, Lauren. We will definitely be there,” my father says with a smile, then
I do the walk of shame back to my own room after being kicked out. I lock the door and lie down on the bed to get my dick problem over with because being in there with Angie was extremely stimulating. I unzip my pants and get ready to jerk off again, but when I touch myself I realize I’m no longer hard. Apparently, the second I stepped out of her room I stopped being interested. I try to think about our last fuck back in camp, but even that doesn’t work. My body is off now. And I think it’s my wolf’s fault. He’s... sad. I get it. I know I’m the problem here. If only I could keep my emotions in line and not have so much on my mind, I could be next to her right now and touch her as much as I want. And she would tell me everything that goes through her head like in those emails. And she definitely wouldn’t be going out every fucking night. I'm still lying in bed feeling sad and sorry for myself when someone knocks on the door, ruining my daily depression session. I sigh and zip up my