The man frowned as he thought about it and my father opened his mouth to ruin my plan."But you...""I already spent some time there, yes, we all know that, but I did my time," I lied, not letting my father speak. The head of security shrugged and asked my father if that sounded good to him. I bit down hard on my lower lip, shaking with anticipation when I saw my father considering the situation."Hmm..." he thinks it over for a bit with his eyes on mine, telling me a million things with them, "Okay. Then I can keep a close eye on her behavior.""Not that we doubt your word, Alpha Monroe, but someone unrelated to her has to be on charge of her, making sure she’s doing what she needs to."My father and the old man went back to the office and talked for a while. Then my father came out alone and informed me without looking at me that General and Sergeant Thorne would be arriving to pick me up, then he left. Four hours have passed and they have not arrived.So here I am, sad and alone.
"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
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