"Stop!" Angelique shouts, pulling on my arm and suddenly bringing me back into my own mind, “Alpha, stop this. Please.”I blink and only then do I realize I have Dario's delicate neck in my hands and I'm holding him against a wall as he tries to say something in a panic. There’s a crowd around us but no one is doing anything to get involved and help this guy. They know better than to try to stop a soldier. "Let go of him, please!” Angelique insists, Dario’s face is turning purple."Okay, Alpha. You did your thing. That’s enough," my father says and his alpha influence over me helps me push my wolf away completely. I take a deep breath and I let go of the boy. He drops to the ground like dead weight, clenching his neck. Angelique punches my arm before bending down to check on him."If you don’t get the fuck away from him you will regret it,” I growl, my voice so deep Angelique has no option but to stop and get back up. "Fine,” she grumbles, "I’m sorry he chocked you, Dario. I'll se
I get out of the truck carrying Angelique's loose body and I walk to my room because there's no way I'm going to let her go back to that old bed, or let her leave my side for more than ten minutes. I'm not willing to go through what happened with Franco again, I'm not taking any chances.I lay Angelique down on my bed carefully before removing her high heels. The skin on her legs is smooth and perfect, god, I don't remember her feeling like this before. I take off the dress she’s wearing, then I struggle putting shorts and a shirt on her, but she doesn't make a single sign that her sleep is being disturbed.When I'm done, I stare at her for a while like a stalker. That's what I've been reduced to.She starts snoring softly and I smile, remembering those good times when listening to her snoring didn't seem like the cutest thing ever, and reaching up to run my hand down her cheek and then her neck.My dad is an asshole and I've always known it so his admission earlier isn't that surpr
I sit at the kitchen bar as I watch Elliot pull things out to prepare food like the last time we were here. It's inexplicably sexy to watch him cooking in his uniform."You really like to cook, right? And you're good at it," I murmur, after a while of silence where I was just watching him do things I've never done in my life. The only thing I make is cereal when I'm starving and there's no one to make me anything. Elliot shrugs and moves the fettuccini he's making me because he knows it's my favorite. My guts roar again, even though I just ate that yesterday, at Dario's apartment."Yeah, I like it. My mom is obsessed with cooking shows, so when I get to spend time with her all we do is cook and eat.""Oh... have you ever thought about, I don't know, studying to be a chef or something? I think you have talent. I've never seen anybody move a pan like that, it's wonderful. You have a gift.""No," he replies, laughing, "It would be fun, but no.""Why not?""Because I already have a plan
Just a light touch from him and I completely forget that I shouldn't be doing this, as usual.I think it goes without saying that my self control is non-existent.And the worst part of it is that I don't care at this point. I don't care that I shouldn't, but the moment Elliot treats me like shit again, I'll be crying on the sidewalks. It's always the same fucking story. The only way to break the cycle is doing things differently… bit I can’t right now. "Shh," Elliot scolds me, when I let out an involuntary little moan. His hand is now touching me harder, putting pressure on my most sensitive spot. I try, but I can't keep quiet, "Angie, please. The guys are here.""I can't," I complain, pouting because he has stopped kissing me. Elliot considers the situation for a second and starts to get up, "Where the hell are you going?"Before he can answer, an alarm starts blaring from across the room. Elliot grabs my hand and quickly pulls me up, walking with me to the bathroom and locking the
Luc's plan is the stupidest thing I've heard in years. The only thing that beats it is when my father tried to convince me that there was a magical man who delivered presents to all the children in the world in one night and if you misbehaved, which he magically knew too, he would give you coal.I was four years old and I knew the story was bullshit, just like what Luc is trying to tell me.He wants me, not only to go buy flowers in the nearest town, but to also write my feelings in a letter. And after Angelique has read the letter in front of me, he wants me to tell her out loud how much I love her and that I can't live without her and that her eyes remind me of the sea and that she smells like vanilla in summer and some other shit that is not genuine at all. Oh, and also he wants me to buy her some necklace or bracelet or whatever expensive jewelry so she'll remember me forever."I think it's all the unnatural sex you've been having lately that's clouding your brain cells, have you
When I open my eyes I'm in a very comfortable place and think it was all a dream and that base where Elliot took us was a figment of my subconscious, but then I feel the pain in my arms, in my head and in my crotch and realize it was real.Elliot is sitting on the bed with his back to me and his shirt off. I sigh and stare at his broad back and tattoos for a few seconds, so I don't realize he's talking to someone on the phone… until it turns into shouting and threatening someone. When I pay a little more attention I can see he has my phone pressed against his ear. This can’t be good."... trust me, you don't want to get brave with me. We both know you could never win against me," he continues, in a low, terrifying voice. Then I realize he's extremely tense and his fists are clenching and unclenching as if he's imagining strangling someone, "I have legal rights to Angelique, you idiot. Not to mention a high rank in the council. I could kill you without ever getting in trouble."Oh, m
I lie in bed for a few minutes trying to remind myself that Elliot has treated me far worse than I have treated him. He deserves this. He deserves to feel sad and I shouldn't feel bad about it.It's the law of life, if you hurt me, I’ll hurt you back."Can I come in?" Hunter asks from outside as he knocks on the door. I mumble a yes, "Oh, hi Angie, where's Elliot?""I don't know," I reply, my voice low, "He left. He's mad at me.""Surprise, surprise,” he mutters sarcastically and laughs, sitting down on his bed and taking off his boots. I'm thinking so much about everything that I don't even pay much attention to how bad it smells, "What did you do now?""I... I said a couple of things that were a little bit wrong," I agree, letting all the air out of my lungs. I want to apologize to Elliot, but I don't know if I should. I don't know if this makes us even or if it's not even a quarter of what he made me suffer, "Do you think he'll forgive me?""I don't know what you said, but he'll f
“She…” Angelique looks unsure for a second. She smells nervous, “She didn’t like it when I was with Dario. I think she likes you.”I feel like someone lifted a weight off me and now I can finally breathe. But I also want to shake Angelique for making me feel so many damn things in such a short time. It's not normal and it's not pleasant. My head is a fucking mess, my emotions don't know what the fuck is going on.I can't take so much, I'm going to explode. "Then why did you say that?" I demand, unable to control myself, "Do you know how that made me feel? I think I got an ulcer. Damn it, Angelique. You're... you're so...""I don't know how you feel, because you never tell me anything!" she exclaims, "I'm sorry, okay? I know I was wrong. Everything I said was just to hurt you, but when I saw that it did hurt you...""I wasn’t that hurt,” I try to defend myself, even though it's obvious I'm lying."When I saw that you were extremely hurt, I felt really bad. And I don't like feeling bad