A few seconds later my father has to basically force me into his car because I'm just watching Elliot walk away from me, unable to move on my own. I lie down in the back seats while someone adjusts my feet to close the door. The moment the car starts driving, I let out a loud sob and just let myself cry."Please, baby, take a breath and calm down before you choke," my mother turns around in her seat to put a hand on my back. That only makes me cry harder."I can't," I cry, "I'm so sad, I think I’m going to die of sadness like a widower.""You're not going to die," my father snorts, and I can almost bet he rolls his eyes mockingly, "Stop being melodramatic, he’s not even your real mate. And he'll be back before you know it.”"That's not true, dad. He is my mate… he chose me. His wolf chose me,” I say before I start crying again. Remembering that is the last straw, “Call your buddies in the council and tell them to fire Elliot. He needs to be with me. He needs to service ME.”“Wait, wa

"Wake up. It's time for an intervention," Xavier says and pulls the covers off me without a warning. I groan and try to cover my face because my head hurts and the lights are now on, but Xavier just grabs my arms, using his alpha strength to lift me out of bed and carry me to the bathroom as if I weight nothing. I feel like a rag doll, "One week is my limit. I can't just let you fade away. You have just a few days left to get that project done. Emilia has been working tirelessly because of you, your parents are worried and Marea has been bombarding me because you don’t answer her texts.”"I'm sorry," I mumble once I fully wake up, "It's just...""Elliot left, I know. It's sad and I understand, but you can't keep this up. You need to take a shower, go to class and do your project. And after that, we’re going to go sell some of your expensive things. Poverty is not for you.”"But...""That was an order. And this is me putting my foot down," he growls, his voice deep with alpha power. Al

My father arrives a while later but he mostly stays quiet. Surprisingly, his scent and alpha presence calms me down so when I feel a little more grounded he starts talking about the attack to help me understand everything better. We followed that 'sex doll’ network all over the world, following the path of the buyers and trying to find other victims in their possession but the main mission was to get to the head of the organization. We ended up in Russia, in a very big clan called Okris. The day of the attack I was feeling anxious and weird, and my superior was pissing me off, so I impulsively decided to break off to do my own thing.Hunter told me not to multiple times, but my gut was screaming that I should. So I just did it. I walked away from the group to go search on my own. Hunter followed me. He didn’t have to, he just decided to go with me. He trusted me. Just as I thought, my instinct was right and I found their hidden dungeon only twenty minutes later by following my wolf

It has been four days since I heard Elliot is traveling home with me. With us. At first I wanted to yell and complain, but now I think it’s whatever. We can be in close proximity and not even talk, it’ll be fine. I’m currently talking to the kind driver who’ll take us to the airport until the door opens and Elliot gets in the car next to me, flooding my nose with his stupidly delicious alpha scent. I hate how much I love it. My father climbs into the passenger seat and the driver finally starts the car. Elliot doesn't turn to look at me at all so I pretend he doesn't exist as I pull out my phone to pretend I'm still popular and don't need him, but I still notice that he no longer has the bandages on his face. Now I can see he has a big red scar running across his face on the left side, from his forehead to his jaw, it’s deep red and… kinda really hot. He still has the ear patch, so I can't see how that is. His arms are uncovered as well, but if he has scars they’re not visible beca

{ Elliot }I’ve been in Remstone for a full week now and I’m already fully recovered… physically, of course. I’m back to my 100 percent. However, that’s where my recovery ends. I still have to take sleeping pills that haven’t even helped yet. I just can't turn off my brain, I can't stop worrying and overthinking. I also feel that the moment I close my eyes and let go, something is going to take advantage of my vulnerable state. "Life after service always feels strange, but you'll get back to normal," Cristoff says once he finally stops drinking water, that’s what he was doing while I was pouring my heart out about all of this. He sets his bottle down on a small statue of an angel outside his house, "The first time you served you didn't feel this way, did you? That’s because rookies get treated with kid-gloves, they’re never allowed to get close to the heavy shit because they wouldn't be able to handle it. This time around you were treated like a real soldier and as such, you experien