For the next hour I dedicate to analyzing every corner of the camp in search of Angelique while hating on myself.I'm about to give up on this part and go look for her on the left wing of camp, but I hear someone sniffling and I know it's her.Relief fills me and I grab my phone to text Alpha Monroe that I've found her.It doesn't take me long to locate her, she's sitting in the back of an empty cargo truck, her legs dangling lifelessly over the edge. She’s crying and playing with her hands in her lap. Her shirt is still open and I curse myself once again for not thinking beyond my jealousy."Go away," she mutters without looking up or raising her voice. I obviously don't listen to her.I walk over to her and hug her tightly, because I am so sorry, so overwhelmed. Her body is completely immobile against me, but that doesn't stop me from continuing to hug her. I feel so bad. I bury my face in her neck and pull her even closer to me, pulling her down from the truck."I’m so sorry, Ange
{ Elliot }I walk into my room, happy to find it empty. I remove the sheets and replace them with clean ones to get Lesley's scent off and I sit on my bed, not knowing what to do, honestly. I should try to go to sleep because it's late now, but something tells me I won't be able to get much sleep today anyway. The door opens before I can enjoy some silence and quiet and I close my eyes, wishing they go away. I'm not feeling chatty or social at the moment."I heard about what happened... are you okay?" Hunter asks, closing the door carefully. I squeeze my eyes tighter. I don't know what's wrong with Hunter but he's been very open about his emotions lately, and worst of all, he expects the same from me. He wasn't like that, that's why he's my best friend. He was cautious, he wouldn't touch any sensitive topics he knew I didn't want to talk about, but for a while now he's been exploiting me to share shit. I blame Melanie for that, "I also saw Angelique leave."Thank you for reminding m
"Okay. It started one humid summer night at that place I was sent to because of my previous misdeminor you all know about. Anyway, I was walking around minding my own business when all of a sudden this big scary alpha crashes into me from behind and starts rambling about wanting to be alone with me," I take a breath and make sure to look at everyone in the jury, "Now, Franco is saying that I 'was all over him for days, seducing him' but I have the whole camp as a witness and they know that I adore my Fated Alpha, Elliot Thorne, and I was only being nice to Franco because we all thought he was in love with me and I didn't want to make him feel bad. ""Get to the point, Monroe, please," my lawyer repeats, pinching the bridge of his nose. My father gives me a thumbs up from his seat in the audience."If I get straight to the point: Franco Jazzer is a rapist and caused me serious psychological issues, without telling the whole story, no one will understand and maybe they'll let him go fre
I say goodbye to Damiena as I struggle out of her tiny car. My short skirt flies as I get out."Remember to pick me up at 6 to go to the salon, but stop by to get Frances first, so we don't have to cross the pack twice," I remind her, and Damiena nods, "Oh, and bring your gold dress, the prom dress. We'll all wear gold.""Great!" she squeals. I know how much she loves wearing that dress and bragging about how expensive it was. She waves goodbye and leaves.I stare at her until the gate opens again and she can get out. Then I look up and sigh. I really missed my home.It's the complete opposite of the camp. Clean, elegant, spacious and always smells fresh. I leave my purse and phone on the reception table, next to the most recent vase of flowers my dad gave my mom and I walk into the living room, where I can hear my parents talking."Hi, I'm home," I announce, coming down the three steps and almost running to the couch where they’re sitting, looking very serious. I sit down next to my
My hands start shaking but before I can spend the rest of the day obsessing over this confusing conversation I just had with him, I walk to the living room where my parents still are."I did some thinking and I guess having a little sibling won't be so bad after all and I was wrong to react that way because I'm a grown woman," I announce, standing completely firm in front of them to look more put together. My parents stare at me open-mouthed, as if they don't believe this is happening. I guess it's not very me to face the problem, “If you can promise you won't stop loving me or push me aside or cut my inheritance in half, then I'll even say 'congratulations' followed by a hug."My mother gets up to hug me, assuring me that I'm always going to be the favorite. Just what I wanted to hear. I smile, feeling even better when my dad joins in the hug, telling me the same things."Congratulations," I tell them and then all is well. Who knew apologizing and acting mature could be so easy?My
Before I get in the shower, I grab my phone to check the time and I can see that I have a voicemail that someone left me at two in the morning. I don't have time to see what it is, so I just ignore it and start getting ready for the day.I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I'm more irritable than usual. I ran the daily five miles but I still had a lot of adrenaline, so I demanded that we run more. Only four of the kids were able to keep up for another three miles with me, but I honestly don't care. Afterwards, I took them to The Wall thinking that would cheer me up a little more, but it didn't work, it just made me remember that the last person who managed to climb it (illegally, of course) was Angelique with Franco's help. These kids are so boring. The most boring group of delinquents I've ever had. They can't hold my attention with anything."Have you ever taken them to the Ayala base?" Luc asks and the thought flashes in my head. I've never taken them there but it’s a g
{ Angelique }I take two pills and almost a gallon of water the moment I wake up. My mouth is dry and foul, my guesses are that I threw up sometime during the night. My head hurts. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get drunk very often. I always drink in moderation because I know I'm a crier and can't stand any pain.I rip off my dress, unintentionally tearing the zipper. I groan and set it aside by my sewing machine, even though I should take it to the dry cleaners first. I walk in my underwear to my bathroom, hoping Thamara has hired the cleaning company and they are already fixing up my house. I decide not to worry because, knowing her, they probably arrived to clean at 6am. Thamara is the most efficient person I know and I'm grateful for the moment she came into my life because without her I wouldn't get anything done.I turn on the faucet to my bathtub and then open a bottle of bubbles, almost pouring the entire contents in there. After a month in the filthy, musty, open-to-p
Dario's lips are soft, plump and taste minty fresh. He's perfect. He's everything I need. Rich, polite, sweet, he only says nice things, he listens to everything I say, he respects me, he thinks I'm amazing and beautiful and yet... I can't. And to be fully honest It's not even about my wolf sometimes, it's me too. I can't feel anything for him besides friendship even though he's such a nice guy. But despite that and what my father thinks, I know he would make a perfect husband."It's okay, Angelique," he assures me, combing my hair back with a quiet smile even though I feel his erection demanding attention under me. I'm mortified, "I’ve told you, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm happy just kissing you, really.""No, it's not okay," I whimper, squeezing my eyes tightly shut, "I don’t know what is going on. I'm a slut. And you're so sexy it hurts. This should be easy.""You're not a slut.""Oh, yes. Yes I am," I laugh, and place my forehead on his, bringing my ha