"Sir..." I start to speak, trying to fix the situation, "As Angelique said… she can have an abortion. I will pay for the best and safest doctor I can find and everything will go perfectly fine. There's nothing to worry about.""You're going to marry my girl even if I have to drag your unconscious body down the aisle," he orders harshly, pulling himself together. I blink and want to scream at him, ‘Fuck no! Not in a million years. I will never marry your fucking mess of a daughter. It's the last thing I would do’."I-if she's pregnant then we'll get married, sir. I promise," I lie flatly. For the first time in my life. It's a vile, vicious lie but I have to say it. This seems to calm him down a bit, but he's still clearly upset."Now, get back in there and clean up for you and my daughter while she goes to rest and think about the biggest stupidity she's ever committed. And I think you know the crazy amount of stupid things this girl has done."{ Angelique }Eva is laughing at me and
Elliot and Lesley greet each other like she just got back from war. She jumps on him and tangles the dry sticks she has for legs around Elliot's waist as he hugs her and twirls her around.Am I overreacting to this in my head, or is it really as dramatic as it looks? I mean, the whore has only been gone like two weeks, give or take. I honestly don't even know how long I've been here anymore. But I know for a fact this shouldn't be like this."Um, hi. I hate to interrupt this romantic encounter..." I murmur when I've had enough of their hug and their 'How are you?' 'I missed you so much' 'You look great'. Lesley finally looks up over Elliot's shoulder and sees me. Her eyes narrow for just a second and I realize then that she definitely likes Elliot.It was a guess before, but that look told me everything I needed to know. She's jealous, and so am I. But I don't want to fight for Elliot. It's not worth it. So I have nothing left to do but pretend I'm not interested at all.Elliot final
"Go back to your own bag, Jazzer," Elliot says and Franco immediately turns away from me. Coward."It's fine, Elliot, he's helping me and he's good at it. You can go help someone else.""No. He doesn't have to help you. He needs to train, too," he replies and crosses his arms, "Show me what you got.""I'd really like to work with Franco, sir..." I say, quietly. I really don't want to deal with him at all. I'm still sad. And the fact that I'm hearing Lesley's voice every second makes me think about how stupid I was yesterday when I told her to give Elliot a chance."I really don't care what you would or wouldn't like to do. It's not his job to teach you anything, that's my job. So stop talking about him and show me what you've got. Now."I take a big breath reminding myself not to say anything rude because the last thing I need right now is a punishment. Or to talk to him any more than I need to. I just obey and show him."That's not so bad," he says like he’s impressed and reaches ove
"Speak!" I demand when neither of them says anything."God, Angelique, shut up already!" someone shouts from the cabin and I'm tempted to yell back to stay out of our business, but I remember that I actually have no business being here at this hour so I just stay quiet and motion for the girls to come over to me so they can explain exactly what they were talking about. They look at each other for a few seconds, sharing the fear but Angelique tells Eva it's okay and she'll take care of it so Eva opens the window to slip inside the cabin immediately like a little squirrel, closing the window behind her. Angelique walks until she reaches me."Explain yourself," I command, crossing my arms. "Look, it's nothing. It's a dumb situation and you'll laugh once I tell you," she says, laughing nervously, "You see... one of the first days, when me and Eva became friends... I don't remember how it went, but I guess I made some comment about you being sexy, she said you'd never give me the time o
I get really fucking angry then, so angry I kind of lose my mind. I start throwing completely unacceptable punches nonstop. I claw at Elliot's arms and at then his face and I still don’t stop at all, I’m growling and crying while he just covers himself. When I grab his soft hair and pull on it with all the strength I can muster, Elliot gets tired of letting me throw this tantrum. He grabs my wrists and twists them, making me squeal."Let go of me, I hate you!" I yell at him, struggling against his grip, "I hate you!"Elliot lets go of me forcefully, pushing me just a little, but I end up on my butt on the floor anyway. I'm crying, but it's not even because of the mess between us or last night’s fight; it's because my face, ribs, wrists and butt hurt. Xavier, Eva and Franco come over and they all ask if I'm okay.“No," I cry, accepting Franco's hand so he can lift me up. He immediately hugs me and I'm so damaged that I bury my face in his chest and wrap my arms around his waist, cry
Next day, I sit down next to Xavier on the floor squeezing my eyes shut and trying to calm my racing heart from the amount of exercise I've done today. We've just gone over the same obstacles on the mud pit three times, but now Elliot demands more speed and efficiency. To prove that it's not ‘that difficult’ he did it first and finished in five minutes. I must agree that he looked exceptionally sexy crawling and running shirtless and muddy. I hate not being able to be able to turn off my attraction to him."Okay, we'll do it one more time," Elliot announces, and I let out a growl that earns me a dirty look from him, "I don't plan on giving up until everyone is done in less than thirty minutes. Seriously, guys, it can't be that hard.""We've been doing this all day!" I complain."And you’re still just as bad," Lesley replies, "Kelly, Eva, Taret, Franco and Mercedes don't have to do it again. They were done in less than thirty minutes."It's nice to know once again that I'm in the b
I walk to Xavier and Eva to get away from Franco. "Hey, did you guys like my little show from earlier?" I ask, inserting myself between them and putting an arm around each of their necks, "It was believable, wasn't it?""Ah, Angie, I think you're playing with fire," Eva mutters, as always the killjoy."Eva is right, that wasn't okay," Xavier mutters, making me let out a gasp because I can't believe he's not supporting me. From Eva I expect it, but not from him, "Seriously. I know Elliot is a huge jerk who said horrible things to you, but you said some pretty nasty things to him too and, I love you, but you're being a huge bitch. No one would like to know that a girl only paid attention to him because of a bet, and in my opinion, I think he did have feelings for you. That's why he acted that way when he found out about the bet. Plus, everyone thinks he's your Alpha, so kissing Franco like that in front of everyone was super fucked up. I'm sorry, honey, but it wasn't a good idea. You'r
I pull away from him immediately, groaning in pain because my split lip is not up for kissing right now. I can taste a little blood in my mouth and I know he can too. Besides, I have to remember what Eva said and be strong, no matter how much I want to kiss him back right now. It’s not a smart thing to do. I have to make him think that he’s no longer on my mind and that I don't want him at all.I try to say something but he ignores me completely, pulling his body closer to mine. He puts his hands on my thighs and spreads my legs with his brute strength until he can get in between them. I wish I didn't like this alpha behavior so much."Hey, no... Elliot , you can't do that!" I complain, trying to push against his chest. I feel his hardness against me and I can't help but get a little wet. Just a little, for biological reasons of my omega body, not because I want to feel him inside me again or something, "I'm not giving you permission, you can't touch me. You missed your chance.""Ar
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