If enjoying life is a sin, I’m definitely destined to go to hell.I love my life, everything is perfect and there is nothing that could ever stop me from achieving everything I want because everything I want is within my reach. Nothing is impossible for me.But… I also think I'm a bit like Icarus and with my last decision to enjoy my life, I totally flew too close to the sun and all my precious wings got burned. The descent was sickeningly horrible. Killing a human (accidentally!) is the worst thing I have ever done and I understand the anger of my whole family, but I also think everyone overreacted a bit. Everyone in my pack demanded that there had to be consequences for me and so I ended up in a public trial where everyone heard mine and Marea’s story.I wasn't the one who killed that human, but I was an accomplice to the situation. So the judge gave me two options: six months in the Vancouver's special prison for wolves. Or two months at Wolf Camp for Delinquents, providing my se
As soon as I get out of the car, I can feel hundreds of eyes on me. There are guards everywhere watching like crazy bastards ready to break loose and run at me at the slightest provocation. Wolf Camp for Delinquents. That's the name of this stupid branch of the government they sent me to for something stupid. For two whole months. It's a camp funded by the council (ie: my father) and in two months these people are supposed to try their best to fix people who have committed misdemeanors, like me. Because the accidental death of a human is totally a misdemeanor, in case you were wondering. The camp is very large and hidden in the middle of the desert two hours from the nearest human city and three from my pack. Obviously, escaping this place will be difficult, if not impossible.I let out an annoyed snort and adjust my short shorts that have rolled up my thick thighs. My father gives me a reproachful look when he finally notices what I'm wearing, but he pulls my two suitcases out of
"Okay," I agree, sitting up for a second to wipe my face and get into the proper position. I'm willing to do what he asks... but the bad news is that I've never done push-ups. Rather, I've never done any kind of exercise. That's why even as a werewolf, I'm incredibly weak when my wolf isn’t feeling like manifesting, like right now. I can't do more than twenty push-ups and my whole body starts shaking, "No... I can't do it.""Sure you can," he crouches down to the side of me so he can look into my eyes, and for a second I'm expecting a cute motivational speech. Silly me, "You better. Eating paste is worse than starving. Besides, I don't think you want to deal with the hate of 9 people who sleep in the same cabin as you, where no one can help you if they decide to do something to you."It wasn't a nice talk, but it serves to motivate me just the same. So I try to do it again, but when I do another ten, I start shaking again, and it frustrates me so much that the tears start to come. Th
After everything that happened with me and the nasty alpha who decided to throw me on the floor and mistreat me, they give us the rest of the day off to get to know each other. Unfortunately they won't let us go to the showers, which means I'm stuck with the filth until 0500 tomorrow. I washed my face and arms in the sink but it's still not enough. Also, no one wants to be my friend and that's horrible. I've never been in a place where I don't have friends, people usually adore me. I need someone to support me, someone I can vent my sorrows to and complain about how much I've hated this day and this place. This is seriously awful.Around 9pm, we're all sitting on some logs, the weather is getting pretty cool and I finally see Alpha Thorne again. He's laughing and goofing around with another equally handsome guy who doesn't look as perverse as him. I decide to fall in love with his friend now. He's just as tall and muscular as Elliot, only he has dark hair and blue eyes and adorable
I open my eyes and sigh. I feel like I'm in paradise. The air conditioning has never felt so comfortable and refreshing before. I guess it's true that you don't value what you have until you're sent to a miserable camp in the desert."You’re awake. It's about time," I hear someone say. I open my eyes and see Sergeant Thorne sitting in a leather chair next to my gurney, playing with his phone. I'm in a hospital, I think, judging by the machines, the gurney and the IV attached to my pale arm, "Stand up. It's time to go, I wasted four hours of my valuable time here, all because some delicate lady got dehydrated and passed out.""Well, what the fuck did you expect?" I huff, regretting it almost immediately, as he squints his honey eyes at me, "I mean, what the fuck did you expect, Sir? I didn't get more than two hours of sleep last night. And you've physically abused me under the sun for two days straight.""That's not my problem. And I haven't physically abused you, watch your words," he
We take our time getting back to the group. It's already dark and it's obvious everyone is done with the game at this point. When we arrive, our teammates are chatting together like one big happy family. Elliot’s crazy eyes find me immediately even though we’re so away and he walks towards me before I can escape, like my 'best friend' who abandons me as soon as the alpha approaches us."Are you going to keep doing whatever the fuck you feel like doing every time?" He spits with much more anger than necessary, coming way too close to me again, trying to intimidate me, "Where the fuck were you?""We hid behind a tree as a survival strategy, but then we had a little mishap and a snake came at us so we ran for our lives pretty far... I think I ran the two miles I saved myself from in the morning," I joke, mistakenly thinking that after our dry conversation at the hospital we are friends, but his face at this point is not very friendly. I've never had such a hard time getting someone to
"Hey, Angelique what happened? What took you guys so long?" Eva asks as soon as she gets to me. I snort a laugh and narrow my eyes at her. She was complaining earlier about not wanting to be my best friend and now she's demanding the gossip I collected? I don’t think so. "The sergeant and I were making love on a rock while the General watched.""Ew, what the hell? You're fucking sick," she gives me a reproving look but I just roll my eyes. She doesn’t get my humor either, what a lame best friend. I sigh and put my arm around her shoulders again so she doesn't pull away from me, "I don't like you touching me all the time. I need personal space.""Why not? Don’t you like women? I thought I was doing you a favor.""I do like girls, but I would never like you," her tone is annoyed, but she doesn't force herself out of my grip, "If you're going to keep forcing this friendship, at least tell me what you were talking about with Sergeant Thorne.""Nothing interesting, really. I tried to forc
I wake up in a very good mood. I decide I won’t let my father’s presence get to me. It’s likely that soon he’ll get bored of being my shadow and he’ll fuck off anyway.I take a long shower and then head to the main dining room that is already packed with the old alpha gang. I guess they're all used to not sleeping much, like my dad. And speaking of him, of course he's here with all his friends so he beckons me to come say hello. I refrain from groaning my non-conformity as I walk towards the five alphas. They’re not horrible people but I’m just sick of them. Just like my dad, they think they’re far more important than they actually are. My father forces me with a single glance to stand there for a while and chat with them about other people they know, like gossip old ladies. The only thing that catches my interest a little bit is when they talk about Cristoff Monroe, Angelique’s father. Surprisingly, they talk about him with respect. That is a surprise because if he raised such a f
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