There are only two ways this disastrous situation can go. The realistic one and the completely unreasonable one. On one hand, it could happen that Elliot, being the villain he is, will beat me up mercilessly in front of everyone and no one will help me because it seems that in this place laws do not exist. I will cry and humiliate myself and after a while he will stop beating me and come closer to whisper something cruel. Or... maybe, it could be that all these years I've been suppressing superpowers and when it's time for the fight they will come out and I will annihilate Elliot. Then I will revive him and he will be so grateful that he will not be able to control the love he feels for me and he will beg me to be his for all eternity. Eva will lose, she will be my slave and I will be happy forever."Hey, Elliot," Lesley shouts, pulling me out of my mental trance, "I need your help here, you can't stay with one kid the whole time. Come here."Did that beta just call me a kid? Is she
"Okay, first of all," I raise a finger at him and when I'm sure I have his attention, I circle around myself in front of him, "Can you tell me what's wrong with this expensive, exclusive and of course beautiful bikini?""Your... extensive ass is barely covered, your breasts are all over the place and not to mention the almost non-existent front triangle. You can't wear things like that in this kind of place, Monroe, for God's sake. Who raised you? It's just wrong. You're attracting the unnecessary attention of three alphas and two male betas who sleep in your cabin, who are here not exactly for being model citizens and who also think that you dressing like this is an invitation to do whatever they want with you. Whether you're willing or not."Oh. Well, he’s not wrong. And I guess I didn't think about the other men here. I hate to admit I was wrong, because presuming perfection is my thing, but I'm not completely unreasonable either. Sometimes. "Sorry," I mumble, feeling my body de
The next morning, I oversleep. That has never happened before. I've never even needed an alarm, I have always woken up at four in the morning, no exceptions. Except for today, I guess. I grab my phone and gasp when I see that it's half past eight in the morning. I've never slept so much in my whole life, I think that's why I feel so weird... rested, even. I don't know why no one woke me up, but I'm kind of glad, this way I saved myself four and a half hours of watching my parents kissing all over camp pretending they’re perfect and watching every damn thing I do like I'm a kid at his first football game. "What's wrong with you, are you sick?" my mother asks as soon as I take a step into the cafeteria. She's sitting on my dad's lap, who's scowling at me."No, no, I just overslept. I'm going to grab a fruit or something, and then I'll go with my group.""Oh, I want to go with you!""Uh... no... I don't think that's a good idea," I start to say, because I definitely don't want her wa
“Elliot!" my mother screams in horror, standing up from her chair and approaching me with her giant hat and giant sunglasses, "What is wrong with you? How could you even think of hitting an omega like that!""Mom," I mutter, embarrassed, grabbing her arm trying to move her away, "I didn't mean to do that, I'll help her wake up."“He totally did it on purpose,” someone whispers, making me growl, “I’d do it, too.”"That poor baby better be all right or you're going to be in real trouble with me."God fucking damnit. This is why I hate when she’s here. I can hear some laughter around me but I give them all a warning glare and they shut up. "Get away from Monroe!" I yell, ignoring my mother and everyone’s whispers, "Go eat or something, I don't fucking care."Fuck my life. Honestly, I should have known something like this would happen. Who gets knocked unconscious with a light punch in the eye? Of course, only her. So damn useless.Although... okay, maybe a lot of other people... yeah, m
"I have to give the news to your father, he's going to be so excited!” my new mother-in-law exclaims, making me grimace. No one else needed to know about this little white lie, especially not that man."Uhm, I think it would be better if this stays, you know, just between us," I mutter. She makes a motion with her hand to shut me up that reminds me of myself. Oh, no. This woman is just like me. This is bad. "There are no secrets in our family, my dear. You'll know soon enough," she lets me know, patronizing me. Elliot still can't speak and I can almost feel the negative heat waves his body is giving off. With each passing second he gets angrier and angrier at me, and I don't want his mom to leave us alone, but she strokes her son's expressionless face one last time before flying off. To avoid Elliot's hate-filled gaze, I try to concentrate on observing my surroundings. It's a big room, almost as big as where I sleep with nine other delinquents, but in this one there are only thre
"Ang, go with them," Xavier whispers, nudging me to go with the alphas to god knows where. I'm scared, but I swallow and nod anyway, starting to walk behind them, "Good luck."They lead me for about five minutes straight to an office where Elliot is waiting for me, sitting next to his father and a woman. Elliot looks... dissociated. He's not even mad. He doesn't raise his eyes when he sees me, his scent doesn’t smell like anger, he's just on another plane right now, traveling to another universe in his mind. "It has been brought to our attention that there is a fated bond between you and Sergeant Elliot Thorne, is that right?" the female alpha sitting next to Elliot asks. She looks downright scary, she is the only person here wearing a suit instead of uniform so I deduce that she is more important than the others. I look at Elliot hoping he'll say it's not true, but he's still not back from his astral travel. I guess I have to keep the lie going."Yes," I whisper and it sounds like
I take my dress, underwear, my toiletries, my shoes, the little makeup I brought, my perfume and my brush and I start the journey to Elliot's room."Who is it?" Hunter asks when I knock. There are gunshots and screams coming from in there. "Angelique!" I answer, and suddenly the gunshots and screams die down and Elliot opens the door, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "What are you doing here? It's not time to go yet.""I need to take a shower and I can't do it in our filthy showers, which is why I decided to come and beg to use your bathroom," I explain, trying to sound innocent. Elliot looks reluctant, "Please? You made me sweat more today than I ever have before.""Hmm, I guess. I don't want a stinky mate," he mumbles and steps aside to let me pass. I think his horrendous behavior today made him get rid of some of the anger, because he doesn't look as tense and ready to kill me as he did yesterday, "But don't think this will be a habit. It's just for today, a special occasion tha
To say I'm shocked would be too little compared to what I actually feel. This has never happened before, my wolf has never shown interest in any man I have ever been with, not even alphas. I think the poor creature is confused by my lies, so I just take big breaths and try to calm her down. This is definitely not the right man to get excited for.‘He could be,’ she says. ‘You’re still on drugs, baby girl. Go to sleep again,’ I order and focus on my dessert that finally arrived after waiting for it for ten minutes.Even though it’s my favorite and I really should take advantage of a good meal after eating paper food for so long, it tastes like nothing and I have to force myself to eat it.My lips are still tingling and there is a feeling from my twisted stomach to my heart beating like crazy that I know how to identify.It's the same thing I felt when my father finally let me go to a human university to study fashion design. It's the same thing I felt when I kissed my first love, Jua
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