A few seconds later my father has to basically force me into his car because I'm just watching Elliot walk away from me, unable to move on my own. I lie down in the back seats while someone adjusts my feet to close the door. The moment the car starts driving, I let out a loud sob and just let myself cry."Please, baby, take a breath and calm down before you choke," my mother turns around in her seat to put a hand on my back. That only makes me cry harder."I can't," I cry, "I'm so sad, I think I’m going to die of sadness like a widower.""You're not going to die," my father snorts, and I can almost bet he rolls his eyes mockingly, "Stop being melodramatic, he’s not even your real mate. And he'll be back before you know it.”"That's not true, dad. He is my mate… he chose me. His wolf chose me,” I say before I start crying again. Remembering that is the last straw, “Call your buddies in the council and tell them to fire Elliot. He needs to be with me. He needs to service ME.”“Wait, wa
I have learned several things since I started my new life in New York fourteen days ago, but the most important is: real life is hard. Living among humans is hard, taking the subway is hard and getting a job is hard. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting all this hardship. I thought everything was going to come easily to me as it always has, but that's not the case at all.Humans don't have designations, they are just divided between men and women, women being the inferior ones, clearly. So I suddenly went from being the best thing to ever live... to being an inferior being. That's hard, but to be honest the hardest obstacle I’ve encountered is living without the inhibitor after living under it for so long. My senses feel more acute than normal and my wolf is losing her mind. She’s throwing tantrums in my head every half an hour. She doesn't understand why Elliot is nowhere to be found. I try to tell her he's working, but that's not a good enough excuse for her. My wolf is a dominant
"Wake up. It's time for an intervention," Xavier says and pulls the covers off me without a warning. I groan and try to cover my face because my head hurts and the lights are now on, but Xavier just grabs my arms, using his alpha strength to lift me out of bed and carry me to the bathroom as if I weight nothing. I feel like a rag doll, "One week is my limit. I can't just let you fade away. You have just a few days left to get that project done. Emilia has been working tirelessly because of you, your parents are worried and Marea has been bombarding me because you don’t answer her texts.”"I'm sorry," I mumble once I fully wake up, "It's just...""Elliot left, I know. It's sad and I understand, but you can't keep this up. You need to take a shower, go to class and do your project. And after that, we’re going to go sell some of your expensive things. Poverty is not for you.”"But...""That was an order. And this is me putting my foot down," he growls, his voice deep with alpha power. Al
It's been nine months and twenty-two days since Elliot left. I could be even more annoying and count the hours too but I don't have such a good memory. I only know how long it's been because I have a calendar in my room counting down the days until this year is over and I can be with him again. All he’s given me in all this time is that email and a dry ‘Happy birthday love’ on my birthday four months ago. That was the saddest birthday of my life of course, I just went out to have dinner with my three friends and I didn't even drink or dance or had any fun, I was just thinking about Elliot's email and how even though it was horribly short and lacking in sentiment, he remembered my birthday. Being without him has gotten a little bit easier now. At least I am no longer thinking only of him every second of my existence and my wolf accepted that Elliot is doing his thing, helping people in need like a hero. She’s very proud of him. My classes are going okay. Same boring shit, I’m just
My father arrives a while later but he mostly stays quiet. Surprisingly, his scent and alpha presence calms me down so when I feel a little more grounded he starts talking about the attack to help me understand everything better. We followed that 'sex doll’ network all over the world, following the path of the buyers and trying to find other victims in their possession but the main mission was to get to the head of the organization. We ended up in Russia, in a very big clan called Okris. The day of the attack I was feeling anxious and weird, and my superior was pissing me off, so I impulsively decided to break off to do my own thing.Hunter told me not to multiple times, but my gut was screaming that I should. So I just did it. I walked away from the group to go search on my own. Hunter followed me. He didn’t have to, he just decided to go with me. He trusted me. Just as I thought, my instinct was right and I found their hidden dungeon only twenty minutes later by following my wolf
{ Elliot }I almost regretted it.And I almost complained when she said we wouldn't be in touch anymore, but I didn't and I'm grateful. I won't let it get to me that much, not right now. My rocky relationship with Angelique seems like the least important thing at the moment. It may go well or it may go badly or it may end altogether, but there’s more important stuff in my mind. I can’t give her the amount of importance and attention she requires. Or demands. However, I almost regret not opening my eyes and looking at her beautiful face for a little longer, not talking to her, not telling her that I'm sorry for not replying to the hundreds of emails she sent. I almost regret not turning my face and giving her a kiss. Not trying to raise my hand to touch her. Not telling her that even though I don't want to deal with her right now, I don't want this to end, either. I'm so frustrated when she leaves that I get up from the gurney making use of all the strength left in me. I have to st
It has been four days since I heard Elliot is traveling home with me. With us. At first I wanted to yell and complain, but now I think it’s whatever. We can be in close proximity and not even talk, it’ll be fine. I’m currently talking to the kind driver who’ll take us to the airport until the door opens and Elliot gets in the car next to me, flooding my nose with his stupidly delicious alpha scent. I hate how much I love it. My father climbs into the passenger seat and the driver finally starts the car. Elliot doesn't turn to look at me at all so I pretend he doesn't exist as I pull out my phone to pretend I'm still popular and don't need him, but I still notice that he no longer has the bandages on his face. Now I can see he has a big red scar running across his face on the left side, from his forehead to his jaw, it’s deep red and… kinda really hot. He still has the ear patch, so I can't see how that is. His arms are uncovered as well, but if he has scars they’re not visible beca
My parents quickly escape from this awkward hell before I can complain, leaving us alone in the living room. Before everything gets even more awkward, I start walking to the stairs hoping Elliot will follow me, which he does. "Wow, it’s so big," Elliot says when we get to the first guest room I found… the one next door to my room. It wasn’t on purpose, it just happened. Elliot drops his backpack on the floor."Yeah, so… this is the bathroom and this is the dresser for you to put the three things you brought with you. There are new sheets in there, blankets, towels, pillows, and so on. Everything you could possibly need is there.""My mom will send my clothes tomorrow," Elliot mumbles, "But thanks.""You're welcome. So, that’s it, now you know where everything is. Feel free to use the gym or the pool whenever you want. Hope you sleep well, see you later."I pretend not to hear his goodbye and I flee to the living room again. I don't want to go to my room because I have a feeling I’ll
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