"Wake up. It's time for an intervention," Xavier says and pulls the covers off me without a warning. I groan and try to cover my face because my head hurts and the lights are now on, but Xavier just grabs my arms, using his alpha strength to lift me out of bed and carry me to the bathroom as if I weight nothing. I feel like a rag doll, "One week is my limit. I can't just let you fade away. You have just a few days left to get that project done. Emilia has been working tirelessly because of you, your parents are worried and Marea has been bombarding me because you don’t answer her texts.”"I'm sorry," I mumble once I fully wake up, "It's just...""Elliot left, I know. It's sad and I understand, but you can't keep this up. You need to take a shower, go to class and do your project. And after that, we’re going to go sell some of your expensive things. Poverty is not for you.”"But...""That was an order. And this is me putting my foot down," he growls, his voice deep with alpha power. Al
It's been nine months and twenty-two days since Elliot left. I could be even more annoying and count the hours too but I don't have such a good memory. I only know how long it's been because I have a calendar in my room counting down the days until this year is over and I can be with him again. All he’s given me in all this time is that email and a dry ‘Happy birthday love’ on my birthday four months ago. That was the saddest birthday of my life of course, I just went out to have dinner with my three friends and I didn't even drink or dance or had any fun, I was just thinking about Elliot's email and how even though it was horribly short and lacking in sentiment, he remembered my birthday. Being without him has gotten a little bit easier now. At least I am no longer thinking only of him every second of my existence and my wolf accepted that Elliot is doing his thing, helping people in need like a hero. She’s very proud of him. My classes are going okay. Same boring shit, I’m just
My father arrives a while later but he mostly stays quiet. Surprisingly, his scent and alpha presence calms me down so when I feel a little more grounded he starts talking about the attack to help me understand everything better. We followed that 'sex doll’ network all over the world, following the path of the buyers and trying to find other victims in their possession but the main mission was to get to the head of the organization. We ended up in Russia, in a very big clan called Okris. The day of the attack I was feeling anxious and weird, and my superior was pissing me off, so I impulsively decided to break off to do my own thing.Hunter told me not to multiple times, but my gut was screaming that I should. So I just did it. I walked away from the group to go search on my own. Hunter followed me. He didn’t have to, he just decided to go with me. He trusted me. Just as I thought, my instinct was right and I found their hidden dungeon only twenty minutes later by following my wolf
{ Elliot }I almost regretted it.And I almost complained when she said we wouldn't be in touch anymore, but I didn't and I'm grateful. I won't let it get to me that much, not right now. My rocky relationship with Angelique seems like the least important thing at the moment. It may go well or it may go badly or it may end altogether, but there’s more important stuff in my mind. I can’t give her the amount of importance and attention she requires. Or demands. However, I almost regret not opening my eyes and looking at her beautiful face for a little longer, not talking to her, not telling her that I'm sorry for not replying to the hundreds of emails she sent. I almost regret not turning my face and giving her a kiss. Not trying to raise my hand to touch her. Not telling her that even though I don't want to deal with her right now, I don't want this to end, either. I'm so frustrated when she leaves that I get up from the gurney making use of all the strength left in me. I have to st
It has been four days since I heard Elliot is traveling home with me. With us. At first I wanted to yell and complain, but now I think it’s whatever. We can be in close proximity and not even talk, it’ll be fine. I’m currently talking to the kind driver who’ll take us to the airport until the door opens and Elliot gets in the car next to me, flooding my nose with his stupidly delicious alpha scent. I hate how much I love it. My father climbs into the passenger seat and the driver finally starts the car. Elliot doesn't turn to look at me at all so I pretend he doesn't exist as I pull out my phone to pretend I'm still popular and don't need him, but I still notice that he no longer has the bandages on his face. Now I can see he has a big red scar running across his face on the left side, from his forehead to his jaw, it’s deep red and… kinda really hot. He still has the ear patch, so I can't see how that is. His arms are uncovered as well, but if he has scars they’re not visible beca
My parents quickly escape from this awkward hell before I can complain, leaving us alone in the living room. Before everything gets even more awkward, I start walking to the stairs hoping Elliot will follow me, which he does. "Wow, it’s so big," Elliot says when we get to the first guest room I found… the one next door to my room. It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. Elliot drops his backpack on the floor."Yeah, so… this is the bathroom and this is the dresser for you to put the three things you brought with you. There are new sheets in there, blankets, towels, pillows, and so on. Everything you could possibly need is there.""My mom will send my clothes tomorrow," Elliot mumbles, "But thanks.""You're welcome. So, that’s it, now you know where everything is. Feel free to use the gym or the pool whenever you want. Hope you sleep well, see you later."I pretend not to hear his goodbye and I flee to the living room again. I don't want to go to my room because I have a feeling I’ll
{ Elliot }I’ve been in Remstone for a full week now and I’m already fully recovered… physically, of course. I’m back to my 100 percent. However, that’s where my recovery ends. I still have to take sleeping pills that haven’t even helped yet. I just can't turn off my brain, I can't stop worrying and overthinking. I also feel that the moment I close my eyes and let go, something is going to take advantage of my vulnerable state. "Life after service always feels strange, but you'll get back to normal," Cristoff says once he finally stops drinking water, that’s what he was doing while I was pouring my heart out about all of this. He sets his bottle down on a small statue of an angel outside his house, "The first time you served you didn't feel this way, did you? That’s because rookies get treated with kid-gloves, they’re never allowed to get close to the heavy shit because they wouldn't be able to handle it. This time around you were treated like a real soldier and as such, you experien
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