My first mistake today was deciding it was safe to leave my room at four in the morning to go have breakfast. My second mistake was taking the long way to get to the cafeteria, because that's the way my mother is coming, carrying a thousand things in her arms.I make a strangled sound and start backing up to make an escape to the left, hoping she hasn't seen me, but it's too late."Elliot!" she shouts and hurries up the walk, “Happy Birthday!”I know her well enough to know that she'll try to hug me even with all that stuff she’s carrying, which will end in disaster, so I reach over to grab the cake and the gas balloons that say 'happy birthday' 'it's a boy' 'I love you' etc., leaving her hands freer for when she stamps herself against me and surrounds my body like a snake, trying to carry me, "...so big and so handsome, I always knew you would become the most beautiful, respectable, perfect alpha. You are the most important thing I have, my biggest pride, my handsome boy, the only go
{ Angelique }I don't know why I was so nervous and so mortified about my gift, I should have assumed this would make Elliot happy, he's a very basic man.I still wish I could have given him something else, but it was hard enough to get the pizza in here. Luc got in trouble with his dad for going out to buy it. But it was worth it because Elliot liked it."Okay, it's time to eat," I announce, sitting down on the blanket and waiting for Elliot to do the same, "I'm starving. Thanks to someone, I haven't eaten anything but paste.""You deserved it," he replies, without any kind of apparent remorse, sitting down next to me and opening a box. I end up eating four slices and would have kept going except that I couldn't force the pizza down my throat anymore. I really needed something delicious in my system. As time went on, we somehow ended up lying on the blanket together. Now we're both on our backs, my head on Elliot's arm. We've been here, just talking, for a while. It feels good."Ho
Once we get in the car, I get the realization that we are going to Las Vegas and I get excited because I’ve never been there before. The only thing that is bothering me is knowing that I will have to spend time with the General. I've always hated him, but after hearing my poor baby complaining I hate him more than before. I can't bear to even think about him, I don't know how I'll make it through dinner next to him without causing a scene and telling him everything I think of him.On the way, the weirdest thing happens: Elliot grabs my hand. I'm so shocked and weirded out by this that my hand starts to sweat a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he doesn't even seem to realize what he's doing.The drive is much faster than I expected and the city is gorgeous, there are millions of lights and lots of people coming in and out of everywhere. "Okay, we're here," Elliot mutters as we pull up to Caesars Palace, unbuckling his seatbelt and taking a deep breath before getting out
{ Elliot }I finally find a bench in a not-so-busy street after walking around aimlessly for about five minutes. I sit down, trying to ignore the loud drunks walking behind me.I pull my suit jacket off so hard that it accidentally falls on the street in front of me and just then a car runs over it. I don't feel like bending down to pick it up, so I leave it there. I undo my tie because it's choking me and then proceed to take off my shirt as well. It may be fancy and whatnot, but it's itchy and it's constricting my damn arms.Also, my wolf is starting fill me with anxiety. He wants me to go back for Angelique and save her in case my dad is mistreating her. But I think my wolf needs to get to know his girl better because Angelique wouldn’t let that happen, especially not now when her wolf presence feels so damn strong and powerful. And I don't know what's going on at the table right now but knowing my family and knowing Angelique, I can guess that my mom is crying, my dad is yelling
{ Elliot }I'm undressing to finally feel free and comfortable when my phone starts vibrating. It's Alpha Monroe. "Yes?""Hi, Elliot. First of all, happy birthday. I hope you're having a good time.""Oh, thank you, Sir. I am.""Perfect, I'm glad. Now, why the fuck did you take my daughter to Las Vegas without asking for my permission?" he asks, finishing in a completely angry voice, "Don't you know she can't leave camp? She still has around 700 hours to serve. Her leaving Council territory could be considered a felony, this looks like she's on the run.""Oh... oh, hell, I had no idea," I start sweating, "Anyone knows about this?""Not yet. And they won’t know as long as Jacob keeps his mouth shut,” he mutters, and I squeeze my eyes shut because, of course, just the day Angelique makes him cry is when we need him happy, "Luckily, he just called me to complain about Angelique being rude. His mind is too busy with that to remember that she can't leave camp. Anyway, I need to talk to my
{ Angelique }This is incredibly hot and I can't believe it's actually happening. I honestly thought Elliot would tell me to fuck off and he wouldn't let himself be tied up. I thought he would lay me down on the bed and I would be the one to end up tied up, moaning and begging for him. Don't get me wrong, I think moaning, begging and being at someone's mercy is absolutely hot. I love to surrender all control in bed, it's what I like; but changing things up from time to time and trying new things doesn't hurt anyone. And watching this powerful alpha with his big arms bound over his head, his eyes closed tightly and his whole luscious body quivering with pleasure, that's as close to heaven as I'm going to get.I get off his body to go down and lick his hard dick again, moaning when I taste myself on him. I run my tongue along his length like it's my favorite lollipop and then I take him fully into my mouth, earning a low, uncontrolled whimper from him. I play with his balls, rolling th
{ Elliot }I love Angelique. And I love my mother. But I don't love when I'm in a car alone with them for so long. And I also don't love how Angie is corrupting my mother, forcing her to tell lies. The only good thing about this is that my dad is suffering, so I'm not going to complain.Plus, now I know that this Markus guy is fictional, so I don’t even have to worry about something like that, because I just knew I would have to go save him from my dad. My mother is special. I've always known that. She's loud, spoiled and not very mature, but I still can't remember a time when I didn't love her. I guess I don’t enjoy how I always feel like her pet instead of her son, but I've never hated her, which she now seems to think. We had a deep talk standing in the middle of the restaurant where I told her for the first time in years that I love her, which made her feel better. When I park at the campground, I breathe a sigh of relief and get out of there quickly. I don't wait for Angelique
{ Angelique }I'm happy.I've never felt so happy in my life... well, maybe I have, but this last month and a half has been so horrifying, I'd forgotten how happy I used to be. Luckily, everything seems to be going my way at the moment.I'm lying behind Elliot, massaging his back with my feet while he plays in his little play box with Luc and Hunter.I fall asleep before Elliot, but I feel him cuddling me later and that makes me even happier.A few hours later I wake up with a jolt because someone suddenly opens the door with a loud bang and it crashes into the wall. I gasp and immediately sit up in bed, where I’m all alone. "Where is my son?" the General asks, in an annoyed voice. The guys are also awakened by his abrupt entrance so Hunter tells him he's probably eating breakfast, "Mmm, good. Monroe, put on some decent clothes and come with me. I'll be waiting outside."I swallow, nervously. I don't think he would want to do anything evil to me, right? I mean... he wouldn't. Maybe h