“Where's Esteves?""Um... He's in the bathroom. I’m sure h..." before I can finish my excuse, Elliot starts walking towards the bathroom. The bathroom where Xavier is locked in with Tommy doing god knows what. I run until I catch up to Elliot and wedge myself between him and the door to keep him out, "Xavier has a severe case of diarrhea and I think it would be wise to leave him alone for a while.""Monroe, get out of my way," he orders, but I don't have time to do anything, he pushes me aside as if I weight nothing, smashing me against the wall, and opens the door without even knocking. Tommy makes a choked sound, Xavier gasps and covers himself while Elliot just stands there watching them with his mouth open, dumbfounded. Tommy was on his knees in front of my friend giving him an innocent blowjob, "Back to the shelter! Right now!"After that he spins around and pushes me again (for no reason) before leaving Starbucks stomping his feet, almost causing a earthquake with each step. We
I start giving him little kisses starting at his clavicle and going up the length of his neck until I have to stand on my tiptoes so I can get to his ear. I lick on his lobe and kiss right behind his ear, making him let out a low choked sound.Elliot moves his hand from my hip to my ass, grabbing it confidently, like he does it every day. He squeezes me and pulls me into him even more, so I can feel his hardness pressing against me. His body feels amazing against mine. I’m getting really into this, grabbing him tighter and kissing him more, feeling things… and why? Just because I'm kissing this forbidden man's neck, causing him to make sounds that reach deep into my soul and because he's squeezing my ass like it's his life saver?I've been in this position before with other alphas and I haven't felt this way. Not even my first time. I've been doing way worse stuff and I don't feel like this… what's so special about this guy? It can't just be his physical appearance, I'm more than use
{ Elliot }I grab Angelique’s arm and pull her with me because she can't just talk to me like that in front of everyone and expect me to do nothing about it. She hasn't earned any kind of special treatment from me, as much as she believes otherwise, so I have to take extreme measures."I am not kidding. They really, really scare me," she tells me, when we're already away from everyone. I still don't let go of her, I don't want her to run away, "It's a medical condition, Elliot. Please be considerate. Don't make me do this.""You have to learn that everything you do has consequences. Whether they're bad or good. You can't talk to me like that in front of anyone... you can't talk to me like that ever, period.""I was angry. I'm sorry. I realized I had messed up by talking to you like that and I was about to apologize before you spoke," she promises, but I don't believe her. I don't care either."I advise you to start looking. We're not coming back until you find a damn spider."In all h
{ Angelique }I wipe my face and try to stay calm. I'm naked and the water that has been running down my body for the last twenty minutes assures me that I'm spider-free, but I'm never going to be able to forget what it felt like to touch that thing and have hundreds of tiny black spiders running down my arm and then all over my body. What Elliot did was more like a school bully thing than a sergeant punishing his recruit.It's obvious he really despises me. And it's understandable, I guess, I really screwed up with my lie. But I'm still sad because... I don't know why, I just know I've been crying in his bathroom this whole time just feeling awful, traumatized and hurt by him."Are you okay?" Elliot asks from outside, knocking on the door."No," I answer, soaping my body for the third time because I want to take advantage of having the privilege of a hot shower. I let out a gasp when the door opens without any prior warning and I try to cover my private parts even though nothing is
"I like to eat breakfast food at night," Elliot says after a while, when the pancakes are ready. He starts getting eggs and bacon out of the fridge and I literally start shaking with excitement when I think about eating all that, "So that's what I'm making, I hope you like it because I forgot to ask your opinion and now it's too late.""Yes, I like it," I reply, hopping down to get off the island. I stand next to him and touch his big, luscious arm to get his attention. Once he turns down to look at me, I give him another big smile, "Can I have the strawberry ice cream to make a milkshake?""Yeah, that’s good," he says and resumes what he was doing as if he hadn't just made my day. I pull out everything I need. Elliot finishes making our breakfast dinner and starts taking everything to a table while I finish pouring our milkshakes into two large glasses. My stomach hasn't stopped growling since I smelled the bacon and when I'm finally able to sit down in front of the huge amount of f
"Hey!" Hunter exclaims when we step into the room, covering his junk with his hands. Angelique squeals when she catches a glimpse of his naked body but I bury her face in my chest so she doesn't see that horrifying shit again, "What the hell? Shouldn't you be sleeping in the middle of the dessert?""Get dressed, man," I order, shaking my head and laughing when I see him curse and pause his game to reach for his boxers. I still have my hand on Angelique's head. I release it only when I see my friend is decent and I toss her onto my bed, drawing another squeal out of her, "This is what you do in your spare time? Jerk off to Call of Duty? Is there something else I should know about?""Fuck you, I wasn't jerking off!" He quickly defends himself, "I let my wolf go for a short run and when I came back I didn't bother to cover up.""You went for a run without me?" I ask, offended."He was feeling anxious. Anyway, tell me what you're doing here, especially you," he points to Angelique, who is
{ Angelique }I have never woken up so confused in my entire life.The first thing I was able to register was that I didn't know where I was, but then I remembered what happened last night, and realized I was on top of a big body, who was grinding his hard dick against me. I was just registering that when he pushed me aside as if it was an inconvenience and I heard a familiar voice yelling various nonsensical things.I carve my eyes open and my head clears from sleep, only then realizing that Elliot is on the floor between the middle of his bed and Hunter's bed. My father is on top of him, strangling him."Let go of him!" yells Patricia desperately, running over and putting her little hands on my dad's shoulders, but she can't get him to move even a little bit."... after I do that, I'll put you through the same thing a thousand times until you learn to respect omegas, you filthy little boy," my father growls, not taking his hand off Elliot's neck. I know he's not really choking him be
"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.
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