When my head clears a little, I start to feel... guilty. I can't believe I was dreaming about Marea... but it's not like I want her, right? No, I definitely don't. That was just a creation of my subconscious.But still feeling guilty for mentally cheating on Angie, I walk to the shower and end the dream there, except this time I can picture two Angeliques instead of that other omega. I don't think about this too much because it's normal, I've had millions of dreams like this, only now the protagonists happen to be my (soon to be) girlfriend and her best friend/enemy, which is kind of weird.Also, I don't think Angelique would be mad if I told her, right? Because she’s the only one to blame here for putting that idea into my head when she kissed Marea in front of me.When Luc and I get to the formation everyone is already here except for Marea. The poor girl is two minutes late with her hair dripping wet, so besides having to eat paste today, she earned another punishment.I was goin
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
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