{ 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
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
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
{ 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
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
If enjoying life is a sin, I’m definitely destined to go to hell.I love my life, everything is perfect and there is nothing that could ever stop me from achieving everything I want because everything I want is within my reach. Nothing is impossible for me.But… I also think I'm a bit like Icarus and with my last decision to enjoy my life, I totally flew too close to the sun and all my precious wings got burned. The descent was sickeningly horrible. Killing a human (accidentally!) is the worst thing I have ever done and I understand the anger of my whole family, but I also think everyone overreacted a bit. Everyone in my pack demanded that there had to be consequences for me and so I ended up in a public trial where everyone heard mine and Marea’s story.I wasn't the one who killed that human, but I was an accomplice to the situation. So the judge gave me two options: six months in the Vancouver's special prison for wolves. Or two months at Wolf Camp for Delinquents, providing my se
As soon as I get out of the car, I can feel hundreds of eyes on me. There are guards everywhere watching like crazy bastards ready to break loose and run at me at the slightest provocation. Wolf Camp for Delinquents. That's the name of this stupid branch of the government they sent me to for something stupid. For two whole months. It's a camp funded by the council (ie: my father) and in two months these people are supposed to try their best to fix people who have committed misdemeanors, like me. Because the accidental death of a human is totally a misdemeanor, in case you were wondering. The camp is very large and hidden in the middle of the desert two hours from the nearest human city and three from my pack. Obviously, escaping this place will be difficult, if not impossible.I let out an annoyed snort and adjust my short shorts that have rolled up my thick thighs. My father gives me a reproachful look when he finally notices what I'm wearing, but he pulls my two suitcases out of
"Okay," I agree, sitting up for a second to wipe my face and get into the proper position. I'm willing to do what he asks... but the bad news is that I've never done push-ups. Rather, I've never done any kind of exercise. That's why even as a werewolf, I'm incredibly weak when my wolf isn’t feeling like manifesting, like right now. I can't do more than twenty push-ups and my whole body starts shaking, "No... I can't do it.""Sure you can," he crouches down to the side of me so he can look into my eyes, and for a second I'm expecting a cute motivational speech. Silly me, "You better. Eating paste is worse than starving. Besides, I don't think you want to deal with the hate of 9 people who sleep in the same cabin as you, where no one can help you if they decide to do something to you."It wasn't a nice talk, but it serves to motivate me just the same. So I try to do it again, but when I do another ten, I start shaking again, and it frustrates me so much that the tears start to come. Th