{ Saint }One hour and fifty seven minutes.It's been one hour and fifty seven minutes since I found my fated mate, since he literally crashed into me and changed everything, but it feels like a lifetime. He's fucking exhausting. Thankfully he's now taking a nap, so I can take a second to breathe and relax. I lift my hands to hold my head for a second and I massage it, loving the sound of silence. Eros is asleep so that means I'm no longer hearing the background noise of my future being unstable as fuck. This is truly a mess. It hasn't even been two hours and now everything is changing again. Just me blowing up and saying he has no friends has changed the timeline again. Of course we will end up together, just not as fast as before I said that. Now he's going to be all butt-hurt around me until I apologize again or not. Up to me. But that still means nothing. With someone like Eros, anything could make or break us, which is why I'm glad I've decided to stop paying attention to the
Do you know who ISN’T in my future anymore, though? And all those girls I was going to fuck. They’re nonexistent now. Because of Eros."I want to go back," I whine like a bitch, feeling defeated. My life in Akino before this change was shit, but I think this is going to be way worse. At least before I was still... normal. On my path, with my own kind.My future was set in stone and it wasn't even that bad now that I think about it. I was going to do the Alpha Challenge and I was going to win, of course. Then I would be the Alpha of Akino for many, many years. My old path was this:26 years old. I win the Alpha Challenge, I get the title and the money. Cool shit. I enjoy it a whole lot until...28 years old. I finally meet Julie, my wife. My Luna. Cute girl, we're a compatible couple and we fuck a lot (at the beginning). Everyone is happy for me, even my mom shows me some excitement.29 years old. We have our first kid. A girl. Julianna. That was pure fucking hell, I absolutely hate
I step outside my building carrying the obnoxiously big Gucci duffle bag my dad bought me and I walk to the car in front of my bodyguards because I’m anxious and I really just want to reach The Cage as soon as possible... but, now that I think about it… "Shit," Silo growls as he crashes against my back because I stopped all of a sudden, "Why did you stop like that?" "I just realized I won’t be able to go out as much once I’m at The Cage, so why don’t we go have some wings and a beer beforehand?” I ask, but they’re contractually obligated to do anything I say, so we actually end up in my favorite hot wing spot a few minutes later. I'm about to go sit at the bar because I want to see the baseball game they're playing, but my eyes instantly focus on a blonde woman sitting there. It looks like Dolly from the back and that makes my heart beat faster in a mix of emotions. “Birdie!” Silo growls when I stop all of a sudden and he slams on me again, “Now what?!”The woman turns to look at
"Are you home?" I ask my dad on the phone as Silo stops the SUV in front of my childhood home. He says yes, "Can you come outside, please? I'm not... you know I can't do this on my own." "Of course, Birdie boy. I'll be there in a second," he says with a soft voice and hangs up. I hear Angel and Silo stepping out to get our things, but I just wait. Six years ago, two bodyguards betrayed us. They gave our enemies complete access to our home. It was around four PM. It was Sunday, October 2nd. I was hungover and sleeping but my sister was hanging out in the TV room. She had invited me to watch a movie that day but I said no because I felt like shit. And that's when it happened. The group of three men came to the house looking for us but only found her. They tried to take her so they could use her against my dad, but... my sister knew the type of stuff they would do to her. My dad never shielded us from the truth, so we both knew she would have it the worst if we were ever kidnapped.
"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
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
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
"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
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