{ Elliot }I'm undressing to finally feel free and comfortable when my phone starts vibrating. It's Alpha Monroe. "Yes?""Hi, Elliot. First of all, happy birthday. I hope you're having a good time.""Oh, thank you, Sir. I am.""Perfect, I'm glad. Now, why the fuck did you take my daughter to Las Vegas without asking for my permission?" he asks, finishing in a completely angry voice, "Don't you know she can't leave camp? She still has around 700 hours to serve. Her leaving Council territory could be considered a felony, this looks like she's on the run.""Oh... oh, hell, I had no idea," I start sweating, "Anyone knows about this?""Not yet. And they won’t know as long as Jacob keeps his mouth shut,” he mutters, and I squeeze my eyes shut because, of course, just the day Angelique makes him cry is when we need him happy, "Luckily, he just called me to complain about Angelique being rude. His mind is too busy with that to remember that she can't leave camp. Anyway, I need to talk to my
{ Angelique }This is incredibly hot and I can't believe it's actually happening. I honestly thought Elliot would tell me to fuck off and he wouldn't let himself be tied up. I thought he would lay me down on the bed and I would be the one to end up tied up, moaning and begging for him. Don't get me wrong, I think moaning, begging and being at someone's mercy is absolutely hot. I love to surrender all control in bed, it's what I like; but changing things up from time to time and trying new things doesn't hurt anyone. And watching this powerful alpha with his big arms bound over his head, his eyes closed tightly and his whole luscious body quivering with pleasure, that's as close to heaven as I'm going to get.I get off his body to go down and lick his hard dick again, moaning when I taste myself on him. I run my tongue along his length like it's my favorite lollipop and then I take him fully into my mouth, earning a low, uncontrolled whimper from him. I play with his balls, rolling th
{ Elliot }I love Angelique. And I love my mother. But I don't love when I'm in a car alone with them for so long. And I also don't love how Angie is corrupting my mother, forcing her to tell lies. The only good thing about this is that my dad is suffering, so I'm not going to complain.Plus, now I know that this Markus guy is fictional, so I don’t even have to worry about something like that, because I just knew I would have to go save him from my dad. My mother is special. I've always known that. She's loud, spoiled and not very mature, but I still can't remember a time when I didn't love her. I guess I don’t enjoy how I always feel like her pet instead of her son, but I've never hated her, which she now seems to think. We had a deep talk standing in the middle of the restaurant where I told her for the first time in years that I love her, which made her feel better. When I park at the campground, I breathe a sigh of relief and get out of there quickly. I don't wait for Angelique
{ Angelique }I'm happy.I've never felt so happy in my life... well, maybe I have, but this last month and a half has been so horrifying, I'd forgotten how happy I used to be. Luckily, everything seems to be going my way at the moment.I'm lying behind Elliot, massaging his back with my feet while he plays in his little play box with Luc and Hunter.I fall asleep before Elliot, but I feel him cuddling me later and that makes me even happier.A few hours later I wake up with a jolt because someone suddenly opens the door with a loud bang and it crashes into the wall. I gasp and immediately sit up in bed, where I’m all alone. "Where is my son?" the General asks, in an annoyed voice. The guys are also awakened by his abrupt entrance so Hunter tells him he's probably eating breakfast, "Mmm, good. Monroe, put on some decent clothes and come with me. I'll be waiting outside."I swallow, nervously. I don't think he would want to do anything evil to me, right? I mean... he wouldn't. Maybe h
Everyone notices my dark mood because I don't even try to hide it. Marea walks up to me a few minutes later and puts her arm around my shoulders, walking at my pace."Hi, stranger.""Hi, Mar," I murmur, slipping my arm around her waist just because. She turns to me and gives me a beaming smile, "What's up?""Nothing, I just wanted to make sure our little dare is still on," she says. I stare blankly for a moment, trying to remember what she's talking about, but she continues before my head gets too hot, "About taking Elliot away from you?""Ah!" I remember, and I frown at her, "I'm sorry, that's not going to happen. Forget about it.""What? Are you afraid?" she teases, squeezing my shoulders tighter and laughing, "If you were actually sure he loves you then you wouldn't be afraid to let me try something.""I don't want you to try but it's not because I'm afraid you'll take him from me, it's because I know you're a dirty slut with no principles whatsoever," I clarify, but then I think a
{ Elliot }I start devising how I'm going to apologize to Angelique from the moment I get in the truck. I refuse to be her personal puppet and do whatever she asks me to do without questioning her or thinking for myself. That's not who I am and I won't become that kind of man for anyone, especially not for her, because I know that's exactly what she wants, for me to be at her beck and call like a pet and comply with whatever she feels like… but on the other hand, I don't want to get off to a bad start. We haven’t been together for more than 24 hours and we're already fighting again.But it’s not like I can just ignore Marea fainting. If I let some rich omega die because of my girlfriend’s jealousy, I wouldn’t be a good soldier. However… I start to think Angelique was right about an hour into the drive, because Marea makes a low sound in her throat, sighing like a comfy kid sleeping. She was supposed to be passed out, not asleep. Still, I’m hoping that this damn trip to the hospital
I stay in the truck for a few minutes trying to calm down, but when it starts to get dark, I get out and walk to the formation slowly.I haven't felt this way in a long time, like I’m walking straight to get a beating for something bad I did. Unfortunately this will be worse, because I don't think Angelique will want to fix this by beating me up and expecting me to defend myself and fight back. To be honest, I would prefer that at this point.When I arrive to formation I see just five people listening to something Luc is saying. Marea is there but Angelique isn’t. That’s when I close my eyes and bring my hands to my hair because I remember the punishment I gave her in the midst of my frustration because she wouldn't get out of my way.I scan the perimeter for a second until I find her, sitting in the corner of a cabin in front of the formation, looking totally and utterly pissed off. Her arms are crossed across her chest and her lips are in a tight line. I take several deep breaths
{ Elliot }Angelique hasn’t come to my room yet, so I can’t sleep. I’m really worried… what if she fought with Marea or that crazy witch did something to her and now Angie’s lying dead in the middle of the desert? Or what if she went to sleep alone in her cabin and lied about being okay? What if she’s plotting how to break up with me?The door opens around midnight but it’s not her, it’s Xavier. And I know even with my eyes closed because he trips over something on the floor, making a fuss. As usual, he can't walk three steps without doing something stupid. I almost ask him about Angie but before I can get up, Superluc gets out of bed to go to his boyfriend's rescue and they start making out standing right there, thinking I’m asleep.Now I have no choice but to stay in bed and cover my ears, especially when they move to Luc’s bed and their noises get even worse. I only uncover my ears when their moans stop but only because now they’re fighting.Apparently, Xavier is being needy and L
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