After just three hours I'm already going crazy. I can't take it anymore, it's horrible. And since the sergeant has the rest of the day off, he decided to bring a comfortable chair and sit next to me to yell at me whenever he feels like it. That means I can't relax my posture for a single second."Straighten up!" he yells at me and, almost unconsciously, I do. Elliot has the gall to laugh, "Are you hungry, Angelique?""Yes!" I whine, because the last thing I ate today were those delicious cookies Elliot's mom made. And before that I had dried eggs with a piece of stale bread. And sour orange juice. I turn to him with a sweet look meant to soften his heart, "I’m so hungry. And I'm so tired.""Mmm, too bad," he gives me a devilish grin and leans back in his chair as he pulls from one of his pant bags a delectable chocolate muffin.... Is this a coincidence or did he somehow find out it's one of my favorite things in the world? "Oh, before I forget. Have some water, I don't want to go to t
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