{ Elliot }I swallow to moisten my dry throat and, once I'm able to move, I grab the box I came for in the first place. The effort of carrying this huge, heavy box is welcomed. My arms feel like they're going to give out, but I've already wasted too much time, so I just carry it until I get back to the group. I half expected Angelique to be hiding somewhere avoiding me, but instead she is talking normally with Eva and Xavier while the alien watches them from afar with anger in her eyes. I decide not to say anything and drop the box at Luc's feet."What took you so long, champ, you need to lift more?" Luc taunts, punching my chest. I try to smile at him but I don’t think I succeed. "Man, I think we better leave the shooting for tomorrow. I'm not really focused, my mind is completely elsewhere," I say quietly and Luc just shrugs as if it's okay, "We'll do it tomorrow, I swear.""I hear you, it's fine," he nods at me and starts giving different orders than we had planned.We march fo
With that in my mind, I walk over to Luc's bed and grab Angie's broken phone. I plug it into my charger and once it turns on, I put my name as her password once again.Angelique has a thousand apps and they drive me crazy. I want to arrange them all by color in folders but I don't. She has a lot of pictures and a lot of texts from a lot of people. I start looking at her pictures, which was not a great idea because there is almost fifty selfies of her with Dario. Laughing, making stupid faces, sticking out their tongues, and... kissing."Damn it," I mutter, gritting my teeth again because this is the last thing I'd want to see. The last thing I needed to see today when I feel so on the verge of losing my shit over anything.I'm trying to stay calm when the door opens and my favorite omega walks in. I forget about the pictures I just saw and immediately stand up, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.I knew she would come back. I knew she would change her mind."Just came for my stuff,
“Okay, let’s create something. Put that evil mind to work,” Marea says, suddenly looking excited. "I’m trying," I mutter and close my eyes. I know I need to focus all this negative energy I feel into a plan against him, but my mind is blank. I probably can't think of anything because I don't really want to hurt him. Love really made me weak, that’s embarrassing. “I’m sure you can use yourself to hurt him, just play around. Pull him in, then push him away. Drive him insane that way. Alphas are so fucking stupid, he’ll never know what hit him,” she opines but I can’t do that because… maybe that’s what I’ve been doing this whole time, “It would work because I think he actually likes you. Like, for real. He even said he’s unavailable when I tried to come on to him.”"What?” I ask, my amusement gone. Marea lifts her hands in case she has to defend herself. And it’s a good idea because I want to slap her again, “What the fuck did you do, Marea?” "Don't get mad, I just tried something. I
{ Angelique }I know I’m acting psychotic again, but I don't care.Elliot on the other hand clearly cares A LOT, because he overreacts a bit. He forces us to do a continuous plank. That might sound easy, but it’s hell after five minutes and we have to do that shit for two hours with just a few minutes to rest here and there. My upper body has never felt this tired. But that’s not all because for lunch we get served paste. Of course, Marea has a hard time keeping it down, but I’m used to it by this point. I just swallow it and drink a lot of water. I tell Marea to do the same because she really needs to eat something, but she can't force more than three spoonfuls down her throat when she is throwing it up. Unfortunately for her, Elliot decided to join us in the cafeteria so he demands Marea to keep eating. He’s being unusually cruel, so much so he reminds me of his father. "You know what the punishment is for someone who hides, don't you, Monroe?" He asks when we get in formation af
"Thank you for your sweet words, Elliot, but I’m dead serious. I don't want to be with you anymore,” I say. Elliot sighs and ignores my words, he moves his hand until it's cradling the back of my neck and he pulls our foreheads together, "I'm emotionally exhausted. I can't take it anymore.""But we haven't even started, Angie," he complains. As usual, oblivious to the facts."That's the problem. You've ruined me and you’re not even my boyfriend, do you have any idea how damaged you left me?" my voice starts to rise but I restrain myself at the end. I don’t want to fight, I just want him to disappear, "Seriously, just leave.""I won't," he denies, getting even closer to me until his legs are tangled with mine and I can feel all of him. His breath smells minty he's not wearing his uniform so this feels even more intimate, "Please just shut up for a second and let me say this. It's kind of hard for me.""Ugh, fine. But then you’ll go,” I accept. Elliot takes a deep breath like he's prepa
{ Angelique }"What was he doing here?" Marea demands to know the moment Elliot leaves, sounding annoyed. I'm about to tell her to shut up but I hear a faint cry and I frown. I put a finger to Marea's lips to shut her up and she puts it in her mouth to bite it softly. I gasp, trying to grab her hand to bite her back, but then I hear another sound, this one a little louder and clearer, and I realize that is Xavier the one who’s crying.I get up from my bed immediately and crawl into his. Xav has his hands covering his face and his whole bed is shaking. My chest feels funny and I can't do anything besides hug him."What's wrong, Xav?” I ask softly, stroking his short hair. Xavier finally uncovers his face."That was just so beautiful," he says softly, "What Elliot said. I heard everything, you know I have trouble sleeping... and you guys weren't exactly being quiet.""Oh, I freaked out for a moment. I thought Luc had done something wrong.""No, no, nothing like that," Xavier gives me a
I go into preservation mode and start looking around to see where I'm going to hide. Marea is doing the same, but Elliot is just standing in front of the door, hyperventilating silently."Elliot, move. Do you want them to find us?""We're going to get found, that's a fact. We can't hide from five alphas in this place," he explains, and I grimace because he's kind of right. They've been trained for way harder things than finding three people in a room this size. I know from experience, if I was indoors, my dad would always find me, "We need another plan. I can tell them we came here for alcohol. My father will forgive anything I do as long as it has to do with alcohol or sex. But Monroe is there, I don't think... agh."Elliot moves to the bar to grab a bottle, but his words make my mind start spinning. Yes, my dad is out there, but he loves Elliot. And I think he appreciates Marea. Being out here getting drunk is something that will definitely piss him off… but anything else will make
When my head clears a little, I start to feel... guilty. I can't believe I was dreaming about Marea... but it's not like I want her, right? No, I definitely don't. That was just a creation of my subconscious.But still feeling guilty for mentally cheating on Angie, I walk to the shower and end the dream there, except this time I can picture two Angeliques instead of that other omega. I don't think about this too much because it's normal, I've had millions of dreams like this, only now the protagonists happen to be my (soon to be) girlfriend and her best friend/enemy, which is kind of weird.Also, I don't think Angelique would be mad if I told her, right? Because she’s the only one to blame here for putting that idea into my head when she kissed Marea in front of me.When Luc and I get to the formation everyone is already here except for Marea. The poor girl is two minutes late with her hair dripping wet, so besides having to eat paste today, she earned another punishment.I was goin
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