"Damn it," Elliot growls in a deep voice, pulling his face away from my neck. The door opens without waiting for an answer and our parents walk in again. I get up from Elliot immediately, but my legs are weak and I almost fall. Elliot snorts and reaches out a hand to help me, "Monroe, for god's sake, watch where you're going. I-I mean… baby, be more careful.""Really? I leave them alone for five minutes and they're all over each other again?" my dad asks, pinching his nose with his fingers and taking breaths so he doesn't lose control and strangle my mate again, "Lauren, talk to them. I can't deal with this.""Patricia thinks this camp is making a good impact on you and she assured us that your relationship with your… sergeant doesn't change the way he treats you out there," my mother says, in the serious voice she uses when she's not sure about something. She probably just wants me to go back to our pack where she can have control over me and hug me all day. She's that much of a nag.
"I'm so excited for you," Xavier says with his pretty brown eyes sparkling. I just told them everything that happened with Elliot since last night and now Xavier is 100% convinced that Elliot is already in love with me. Eva too, apparently, because she looks annoyed that he's showing so much interest in me. That should bother me, but it doesn't. Eva has always been honest with her feelings for me, so when she expresses how much she hates that we're spending so much time together and that I seem to have a chance with him, I laugh and push her away instead of giving her a dirty look and telling her she can't be my friend anymore, which would be what I would do with any of my other friends. I don't know the reason behind it, but I like that she says exactly what she thinks, even if it's cruel."Are you going to have sex with him?" Eva asks, lying down next to me on my old bed with her hands under her head."Mmm, I don't know," I think about it for a moment, relaxing from Xavier's soft
"Okay, that’s a good idea," I agree, and for the rest of the way, I hold her hand in mine wondering why people do this. It doesn't make sense. It's weird, her little hand is way too weak and tender, if I hold it too hard unconsciously, all her bones would break in seconds and I don't want that. Besides, it doesn't even feel good or anything, it's just stupid. But I guess I have to please my mate so I can have sex later. Maybe that's why people hold hands, to have sex later. When I park at the human restaurant where we were summoned, I turn off the car and mentally prepare myself for a moment."There's nothing for you to worry about, Elliot. Really," she rises in her seat until she's close to me and grabs my face, forcing me to look at her, "I love you."Her voice sounds calm, her face is serene, her scent doesn't betray her lie and for a second I'm a little afraid of the ability she has to tell lies. His green eyes are trying to consume mine with intensity and I don't know what to s
I'm so irritated and frustrated that when I see Angelique's father and he immediately tenses up and gives me a nasty look, I don't mind giving him the same back, surprising him. I don't feel like putting up with him right now. I don't feel like anything, not even controlling my wolf. Angelique takes my hand and directs me towards the table. While she and her mother hug, me and her father just look at each other, expressing with our eyes that we don't like each other and don't care to greet each other or talk. I don't extend my hand and neither does he. I'm not interested in getting along with him. Not anymore. I have no reason to be nice to him. If he decides that our bond is a lie and that I'm not enough for his mess of a daughter I don't care, it's not like we're really together, it's not like I really love her. If he dislikes me and tells his daughter to leave me, the I would have the perfect excuse to tell my mother that we are no longer together and not force me to get her ba
After that little show, dinner passes without many hiccups. Lauren asks us a lot of questions about our relationship that Angelique has to make up on the spot. Luckily, she's a very skilled liar and doesn't find that too complicated. On the other hand, Cristoff heard something he didn't like, maybe when Angelique said we skipped the punishment yesterday to go sleep in my room, not mentioning the spider incident."I've been holding back all night so I wouldn't ruin this outing, but I can't take it anymore. Your lack of ethics is honestly insulting. If you're such a good sergeant and can control your instinct so well, how come you let Angelique skip punishments whenever she feels like it? I'm quite surprised coming from the son of someone like Thorne, I would really expect a lot more from you, considering the education he must have given you..."My hands crashing on the table shut him up as Angelique and Lauren gasp in shock. A wine glass falls but I don't bother to see what happened to
"I don't get it," Angelique says with a smile growing on her dumb face, "So, this means Lesley is never coming back? We’ll have Sergeant James forever?""She'll only be gone for a few days," Luc replies, thrusting out his chest even more and smiling at all the attention he's getting, "I promise, you guys won't suffer so much with me. I'm not as strict as my partner here, Thorne.""It's nice to have a change, though. I was getting bored," Angelique replies with a flirtatious smile. This bothers me. This is not time to be flirting."Monroe. Ten push ups for that off-hand comment.""Are you serious?" She asks, giving me one of her all too familiar 'this isn't fair' looks, "That's not fair, I was just...""You want twenty?""No! I don't want twenty! Damn it..." she mutters under her breath as she gets down on the floor to do them. Over time, she's managed to do more than ten push ups without looking like she's going to die, but she still struggles with it and still hates it."Is that wha
“Kiss you? Absolutely not,” Angelique answers, but when I look into her eyes I think I recognize something in them. So, I opt for something more daring and I lower my head to start kissing and scenting her neck. Even though she’s under the general inhibitor, I can still get some of her sweet omega scent, "Don't... don't do that.”I hear distant voices and I sense that someone is about to approach, but I keep kissing her neck like I would like to kiss her lips. I'm not going to waste this moment.I may dislike Angelique, but that doesn’t change how delicious she smells, how her body feels so perfect against mine and how much I love touching her. I bring my hands down to her round, full ass, squeezing it because I missed it so much, as I keep kissing and sucking on her slender neck.She's breathing so hard and moaning so much that, the only good thing when I decide to let her go and pull away, is knowing she wants this as much as I do."What's wrong with you!” she shouts, and I anticipa
"Lesley, I don't understand what you’re saying," I mutter, rubbing my eyes and yawning because it's eleven thirty and I should be asleep by now. Instead, I'm listening to Lesley crying and babbling things I don't understand. Luc has already yelled at me twice to shut my mouth and let him sleep, and Hunter is quietly kissing his girlfriend in his bed without paying attention to me, which is now a very usual thing, "Honey, breathe and tell me again.""Max... Max dumped me. He broke up with me, told me he doesn't love me anymore, that the long distance thing is not for him and he needs someone he can see more than twice a year," she tells me quickly and sounding angry. I have to concentrate hard to understand what she is saying, "Can you believe it?""Yes," I answer, because it's the most obvious thing, “Who would want to be with someone who lives two states away from you and only visits you for three days every few months? No one. It was the most logical thing to do about this relations
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