{ 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.
더 보기My 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 need. I was blindly following my fate to keep everything simple. Because I’m a little bitch who’s afraid of chaos. I liked my life predictable. I liked feeling normal… but one day I woke up and I decided to rebel against myself and against fate. I realized I was miserable and boring and I was wasting my potential. So, I did something I hadn't done in years and I spent a whole day looking at the probable futures for other options. Better options. More exciting options. I wanted something reckless and chaotic all of a sudden. Something that didn't make me feel dead inside. Something that kept me rich and on my toes... so I landed here. In a human city called Rosette. Working as a drug dealer. But please, bear with me, the drug dealing was only momentary. Today, my sleazy hard work is paying off because I finally got what I came here for: a meeting with the Boss. The big man. Elio Angelou, one of the biggest drug lords in the United States, the Mafia King of the east coast. In Rosette, he is a god. Better than any Alpha. This guy doesn't have to serve his people, people serve him. And that's exactly how I want to be. I don’t want to put myself in danger for people who feel entitled to my strength, I don’t have the protective gene in me, I don’t give a shit about anyone except myself. So… in just a few minutes, I'm going to charm my way to the 'head of security' position. Then, in a few more months, I will be Elio's second in command. With that position, I'm going to have access to all the money in the fucking world. But the money isn't even the best part. This position comes with unlimited power around this parts. Very few responsibilities. Cero danger for me as a werewolf. Excess, fame, designer shit, expensive cars, the best of the best girls falling at my feet begging to suck my dick... I'm going to be living the fucking dream. Finally. And in just a couple of years, Elio is going to retire and leave the whole Angelou Empire to ME. Just to me. I'm never going to be bored or poor again, not a single day. And that’s exactly why I decided to go against my own nature. Because I’m selfish and I want the easiest money possible. Sue me… it doesn’t matter anyway, soon I will have the whole human police force in my pocket. After a quick conversation with the drug lord’s secretary, I walk to his office with a huge smile on my face because I just can't stop the excitement. And I'm so lost in my own mind that I don’t notice the guy practically running my way until he crashes into me so fucking hard, he falls back on his ass. "Ouch, what the hell?" He lets out. The first thing I notice as I look down is loud pink hair. And bare muscular arms full of random tattoos. Then he looks up with his hand outstretched as if he's waiting for me to pull him up. But I can't. All of the sudden, there’s a wild earthquake going on in my head, visions are being thrown at me left and right. Chaos, so much of it… Oh, no. My perfect future starts to shift and change right that second, solidifying into something else entirely. My wolf stands up to the front line and he takes over me for a second. And I allow him to because I'm too busy freaking out. No. No. This... this was never meant to happen. Not like this. Not ever. Not here. Not HIM. I mean, a fucking man?! With pink hair? 'This is my fated mate' my wolf says to me, with absolute certainty. No! 'YES!' He fights. All while the guy is still waiting for me to pick him up. "No, fuck this shit!" I grumble out loud, making the guy gasp in absolute disbelief, "I-I mean..." "Well, fuck you too, asshole!" He growls and shows me how much he didn't need my help because he simply gets up and stands up to me, a lot braver than any other man before. And he’s tall for a human, "Move." I move aside, not saying shit because I know exactly why he's here. I know exactly who he is. He's Eros Angelou, Elio's son. The Prince of the Angelou Empire and… as it turns out… my fated mate. A male. A human male. A pink-haired, tattooed, bad-tempered human male. What the fuck have I done? How do I change it back?! I was supposed to run away from my fate, not straight to it.I sit back down and finish my drink. Then I order another. "You really want to get drunk, huh?" Brody asks. He's also sunbathing in a chair next to me, but I don't give a shit about him, "Seems like you're trying to drown your feelings... instead of just accepting them.""What do you know, idiot? You're also burnt as hell, by the way," I let out and just because he's right there, I slap my hand on his reddened chest, making him wail like a dying animal. *****When it's time for us to go see Rascall Esteves, in this same hotel by the way, I walk to Birdie and Angel's room. And I'm swaying a little more than normal, but that's awesome. I'm in an awesome state of drunkness where I don't give too much of a fuck about the stuff that usually keeps me on edge, but I'm also not going to do stupid shit. I knock on the door and when Eros opens, he's shirtless. "I said eight PM on the dot!" I complain, then I shake my head, "You can't do nothing right.""And you smell like a drunk," he scof
{ Saint }This whole trip is destined to fail and I can't believe I put myself in this situation because now I have nobody to blame, only me. Because I wanted to do something nice for once. That's the last fucking time I decide to not take the selfish route.Now, no matter what I do, there's chaos everywhere. I completely fucked up by exploding at him on the jet, now he feels like he needs a rebound. From me. He's set on getting himself another man and I wish I could hand him off to someone else and just get rid of him completely, but... you guessed it, my wolf is not going to stand for it. Not even a little bit. I groan and rub my face as we wait for the food, wishing I could grab my brain and throw it all the way across the sea. "You want to walk off, talk about it?" Brody offers while the others are deep in another conversation. I shake my head, "Are you sure? Because I can tell you're getting agitated. And I can guess why."I don't have to talk about my feelings, but stepping a
I get up and pace, starting to get anxious for no damn reason. I have to enjoy this stupid amazing place, not lose my shit because Saint is being nice to someone who isn't me. "Birdie," he says, calling my attention, "You okay? We'll all meet here in forty minutes.""Right," I mutter and turn around to walk to my own room. Angel sighs and follows me, but we stay silent until we reach the room. I'm so in my head, I can't even enjoy how cool this room is, even as Angel goes to open the curtains and the sea is right there."Oh, wow, this is so beautiful," he lets out and that's when I force myself to enjoy the beauty of it. So much blue, so much water, "Are you excited to be here? You look a little sour, Birdie.""I'm cool, just annoyed at Saint," I murmur, sighing an walking away from the window. I'll try to appreciate the view later, "You heard what he said to me. In the jet.""Of course, we all did. Even the pilot, I'd guess," he murmurs, sitting on one of the beds, "But part of my j
"Get away from the door," I say, trying my best to keep it together because he said his peace and there's nothing I can respond to him and keep my dignity. All I can do now is move on and set my eyes someplace else. "I'm sorry, you just pushed me," he murmurs, taking his hands away from his face, "When I say stop, you have to stop.""No, Saint. When I say something, you have to do it," I correct him, "You're not the boss or the Alpha in here, I am."I can see the way he wants to growl again, his distaste over my words is fucking evident as all hell. Great, I love that. Now I know where to hit. Cult trauma. And luckily, that makes him move away from the door so I can walk out. This jet it's not huge and the walls aren't soundproof at all so the awkwardness in the air is more than palpable. I don't give a fuck, but I bet this is going to kill Saint. If he wanted to keep our situation in secret, he just ruined it by yelling at me in a homophobic rage that only proved how deep in the cl
We have to wait like twenty minutes for the jet to actually take off and when it starts, my anxiety returns at full force but Sammy grabs my hand and we both just suffer through it together, then we laugh when the plane stabilizes in the air. "Holy shit, that felt a lot worse than I thought," I admit, laughing to release my nerves. Sam laughs but she's still squeezing the fuck out of my hand so I try to make her laugh for a while and when I finally succeed in making her feel more at ease, I start to look back at Saint again. I can't stop focusing on him and thinking about all the questions I'm planning to unload on his ass as soon as I'm officially in another country. He won't be able to take it from me then. But I don't think I can wait the over four hours of this flight for them... or maybe I can, but I just don't feel like It. I want to fucking know everything about him right now and I also want him to tell me what he feels about me. And then maybe do something about it.After be
"So, you being a part of the military is a lie?" he asks, I shake my head because that's a main part of why I'm so good about killing and stuff, "So, is being in the military a requirement for the Alpha position?" "Exactly," I nod, glad I'm lying to a person that comes up with his own answers, "They think there's going to come a point where I'll have to protect all of them, so I have to be ready and capable. And of course, I am." "Oh, it makes sense why every man is so jacked, then. That's the beauty standard for the cult, everyone wants to look like the Alpha," he murmurs, almost to himself. He's smiling now, like he's excited I'm being so open. To be fair, I'm not even lying that much, I'm just omitting the most important part, "I'll be honest, I kinda get it. I'd join the cult, it sounds fun." "it's not a cult," I growl, "It's a community and it's all families. You wouldn't be able to join, you have be blood somehow." "Or marry into it, I'm guessing, unless you're all fucki
"Stop showing me shit," I growl at nothing in general and hit my head with my hand, "WHO IS IT?!" "Your boss," Birdie responds, giving himself permission to walk inside my room. Of course, "Future boss, whatever. I just want to know why you’re acting like your asshole self again. I thought we were friends, after everything we've been through. You said you're my mate, I thought that was like the Canadian lingo for besties." I close my eyes, so annoyed even at myself. At my wolf, for saying that word. "No, that's just a word that means nothing," I spit, but then I force myself to push my anger down. And this time is easy because now there's something new clawing at my mind. The fact that Birdie and I talked about me seeing the future, openly. So, I decided to tell him about my abilities at some point. How the fuck did I go about that? Did I tell him about me being a werewolf too? I guess I could check the future, but no. That'll only make the visions worst. They'll attack me every
"Timmy! Get your fucking ass over here!" I yell in the future, looking at the new artwork he left in the wall of our bedroom, "RIGHT NOW!""It wasn't me, dad. I swear to god," he lies, running to me. He has brown hair in a bowl cut and his bangs are getting super long again, almost hiding his blue eyes, "Oh, you mean that? Yeah, it was me. Cool, right?""No, it's not fucking cool!" I yell and go grab him by the back of his neck to take him back to his room. I'm not being rough, but he starts crying immediately, "I'm going to make you paint over the wall. And I'm going to confiscate all your fucking markers. And you're going to stay inside your room forever.""Daddy! Help!" he yells and starts crying, "Ouch, this man is hurting me! He's hurting me! HELP!""Yes, continue testing my patience," I growl, bringing him to his room. I instantly look around for his favorite things so I can take them away. But just a minute later I hear Birdie running to save his baby, "Don't even try, I'm doin
"If you do this," Elio starts as soon as I walk inside the office, like our previous conversation didn’t end, “You'll be held responsible for anything that happens to Eros.""I know that. At this point, you really think you have to say that to me?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Being respectful is a little harder than usual right now, "I will take care of him, probably a lot more than I should take care of a twenty four year old man. Also, you know my cousin now, I can let him with you as a warranty.""Something tells me you don't give too much of a shit about him," Elio says and I can only laugh, "Fine, I guess you can take Birdie with you. I'll get a passport ready for his... you still have the one I gave you last time?""Yes, Sir," I respond, but then I realize Brody won't go back home if his mommy doesn't order him to. And I can't leave his stupid ass alone, "But... can you make one for my cousin? He also doesn't have one. He's the one who helped me come here undocumented because he
Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.
댓글