{ Eros } I knew Saint Claude was hiding something the second I locked eyes with him, but I never imagined it could be this: supernatural powers and the ability to shift into a huge wolf that likes to cuddle me. Being born into the mafia world made me paranoid, anxious and clingy. So, having a ‘fated mate’ who is stronger than regular men, can run faster than regular men, can heal a bullet wound in a matter of minutes and who was born to literally only ever love me… that’s exactly what I needed. Someone who is obsessed with me to an unhealthy degree and who will never ever die on me. Even if Saint refuses to accept me as a mate because I’m a man. Even if he ONLY likes me when his wolf presence is out. Even if he says he hates me and he keeps repeating he is NOT gay. That werewolf is fucking mine and I’m keeping him by my side forever. On a leash if I have to.
View MoreBy the time I walk out to the pool, there's upbeat music and I can see seven girls in bikini tops walking to the five guys chilling around the pool and bar. Angel, Saint, Silo, Jamie and Shake. I walk slower as Sammy starts introducing boys and girl, but then she sees me. "Birdie!" She exclaims and everyone turns to look at me, "Girls, this is Eros, the owner of the house. Say hi!”All the girls say hi in unison, I smile at them and then focus on the one I already know. "Damn, Sammy, you look so fucking hot," I let out when I see the two piece set she's wearing, it's sparkly and her tits look amazing in it. She grabs me when she has me close enough and brings me for a tight hug, “Well, all of you girls look hot as hell.” The girls giggle and smile at me, completely ignoring the other guys and, I won't lie, it's an ego boost to have all their attention firmly on me. I haven't been able to be around girls for two years, so this feels exciting. I might just keep all of them for my
I stay in place after his dramatic departure, trying to understand why I felt such a rush when he was so close to me. And why I felt so annoyed about him leaving like that. I really hate how I can never reach a single conclusion with this guy, I only get more confused. More questions, never a single answer. Saint Bernard is absolutely, one hundred percent hiding something, there's no way he knows so much about me just 'psychoanalizing me'. What if he's a stalker? What if he's... like... an FBI agent? My dad doesn't seem to give a shit about a possibility like that, but I just can't ignore how weird everything about him is. But… let’s be honest, his eyes are insanely blue. They’re way too cute for a man. And his moles are... cute, as well. And his body is so literally prefect, it looks fake. He's strong as fuck, he's good at everything and he always knows things nobody should know. I don't know what he's hiding, but I will find out. And once I’ve done that, I will focus on explo
{ Eros } I'm still throwing my stuff inside my suitcase when my door opens and Saint walks inside my room without knocking. I don’t stop what I’m doing. "Tell Angel I'm ready to leave," I order, but Saint doesn't obey, he only closes the door behind him, "Thanks for turning on me back there, by the way, you fucking asshole. I'm being real, okay? I'm leaving. And never coming back to this fucking literal cage. Fuck it. I don't even care if my sister is still here. I'll send someone to break the floor and bring her to me. I’ll take the painting too. It should be mine, I loved them more.” "You're acting actually insane right now," Saint murmurs and his nonchalance triggers me. I throw my shoes away and walk up to him. He might have like three inches on me and a fuckton of more muscle, but I have more power and I'm not afraid to use it. Against him, specifically, for some reason, "What, Birdie?" "Don't fucking call me insane again," I order and push his chest. He doesn't move an
"You lie to me all the time and I fucking can't stand it anymore, I’m sick of this shit," Eros blurts out, completely misundersting what I meant about not acting like a kid, "So, fuck you, dad. I'm going to run away."Elio’s calm exterior turns incredibly tense and his dark energy starts to fill the room. I need to fix this. "No, you won’t," I growl, annoyed at him for putting me in this position with my boss. And annoyed at my wolf for forcing me to do this because he NEEDS to see this loser happy, "Sir, Eros has been talking about needing a change of scenery for a while. I know things are rocky right now and even though I know for a fact I wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, I also understand why you don't want to risk your Birdie.” "So, what's your proposal, Saint Claude? Because I'm not letting him out. And if he tries to run away, I'll just capture him again and up the security," he says, making Eros all agitated again. Dear god, "And I will consider that your fault, sinc
“Morning, Birdie,” Angel says. I stay with my back to him because I don’t want to ruin my day so early, “I asked Saint about his type, apparently he likes athletic, strong women.” “Is that why you’re always shirtless around him, flaunting your muscles?” Eros asks Angel with a mocking tone and once again, his joke hits too close to home and it makes me turn to him with murder way too clear in my eyes, “It was a little joke, man, chill." "You're so funny, I almost laugh," I mutter, returning my attention to the stove, "What are you doing here so early?" "I wanted to hang out with Angel, I miss him," he admits and then he’s inside the kitchen with us. Angel wraps an arm around Eros’ neck and puts him on a headlock for a second before letting him go, "I'm hungry, what are you working on here?” "A protein smoothie, I'll make you some. Saint, throw some more eggs for Birdie," Angel orders me and I know I'm being a gigantic asshole when I get annoyed by that, as if throwing three more
"Fine, let's do that," I murmur after considering it a few more seconds. My dad claps, almost knocking over his bowl of ice cream, "But I still want you to let me be a man. And give me a fucking job like you promised. In the headquarters, with you." He stops cheering then. Of course, I was right, he really wants me prisoner here. Again. I only got out of here four years ago and my 'freedom' was living alone—with two bodyguards—on a small town where nothing ever happens. So… was I really free? "Alright… but not yet. Once Saint tells me you're ready to defend yourself if something were to happen, then you'll get a job," he promises, but I groan when I hear Saint's name, "This isn't a joke, Birdie. We need to lay low for a while, okay?” "I've been laying low my whole fucking life," I let out and get up, agitated, "I'm sick and tired of this shit life, dad. I need change!" "You'll get it," he says, but it's a lie. An empty promise, "We're taking the Carson crew out, all of them. I'm
We stay at the shooting range for over an hour. Of course Eros sucks at aiming and he can’t keep his arm straight for shit, but all I need from him today is to stop being so scared. Once I feel like we’ve done enough progress, we move to the gym where Birdie gets to show off how much he lifts while Angel does his own thing, ignoring us. I can see Eros is very proud of himself so I allow him to show off for me, lifting almost twice his weight. He looks like he spends a lot of time working out, so I'm not surprised. I'm just... conflicted about other things. Like the part of me that is enjoying this a lot more than I'd like to admit. Spending time with Eros after a few days of not having him around me because he refused to leave his little cage and I've been too busy getting physically and mentally tested by his dad. However, Eros being stuck in The Cage with not much to do means there isn't as much chaos going on in the background of my mind. For days, I've been blessed with silen
We walk for almost three minutes until we reach the training camp at the end of the property. There’s an outdoor shooting range and a big gym on the side, perfect for training the over thirty men I’ll be leading soon. I've been living in The Cage for a week already, getting tested in every possible way. The physical tests are the easiest, I already showed everyone I'm beyond capable of passing their lame ass human strength tests, but the loyalty tests are extremely annoying. I've already received like ten fake offers to betray the Angelou family. They're so painfully obvious, I've just been ignoring them completely. However, the absolute hardest thing about this whole thing has been the gun situation. I'm supposed to be a military guy, totally an expert on everything related to firearms, but before leaving my pack I had never even been close to a gun. Not at all. I had to watch a million videos on how to work most of them but, even then, the first time I had to use a riffle a
"So you two are playing house now? Who's the mom and who's the dad?" I ask because I just can't help myself and Saint's murderous eyes come back. He looks at me like he hates me again, "What? This is extremely homoerotic. You're like a couple." "What the fuck made you think that?" Saint demands, dropping his empty bowl on the coffee table to square up to me. I'm not short at all, I stand taller than a lot of men at six foot two. And I build muscle fairly well, so I'm not a skinny guy at all. However, Saint coming at me like that makes me feel two feet tall. And I might lift up to three hundred pounds, but I've never thrown a punch, so my heart picks up in fear. "Hey, calm the fuck down," Angel says, dropping him empty bowl too so he can get in between us and put a hand on Saint's naked chest, "He was just playing around, dude." I'm not playing around, they look chummy and I had to say something. "I don't like those games," Saint growls at me. He really looks like a beast when h
My name is Bernard St Claude and I’m a True Alpha. I was born to protect and serve my pack. Nothing more, nothing less. And no questions asked. I’m 26 years old. I have dark blue eyes, pasty skin, tall built and a strong body. I have moles around my face and neck. I have a big tattoo that starts on my shoulder and goes down to my left hand. And I only got it to make myself look tough because I’m not. I’m not tough. I’m not anything you would expect from a True Alpha, to be completely honest. I lack the passion, the motivation, the drive, the ambition, the energy. Being a True Alpha comes with a lot of attention, a lot of expectations and a lot of problems. And for me, it also came with an extra quirk no one else seems to have: I can see the future. My own future. And consequently, the future of those closest to me. Up until two months ago, my future was completely set in stone. I was so submitted to it, my brain stopped even sending me random visions because there was no nee...
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