The sliding door is open, so he just walks right in. "Stop being tense, Eros,” he says, like he can read my mind or something. I’m just confused. "You were drunk too," I mention, because this is definitely Saint, "Why are you doing this?" "I'm never drunk for too long," he casually mentions, reaching the stairs, "And I'm doing this because it's my job to make sure you're safe and sound in your bed." "I don't think that's in the job description for the HS," I murmur, still unable to believe he's carrying my 215 pounds up the stairs so easily, drunk and in the dark. "Not as the HS, that's not the job I meant," he responds, confusing me more, "I meant my most important job, as your mate." "My mate?" I laugh, way too comfortable as another man carries my big ass upstairs. I should just do this myself, "I thought they only said that in Europe. And I didn't think you wanted to be my friend at all. You're so weird." "Sure, Birdie," he murmurs and then he legit carries all of my
When I wake up the next morning and the sun is shining bright as hell inside my room because I forgot to close the curtains last night, I groan in absolute agony. My eyes hurt and my head is pounding. But of course I’m hungover, I drank a lot last night. I get up with another groan and touch around my bed searching for my phone, but I can't find it anywhere. "Ugh, why," I whine and cover my eyes with my forearm, "Help! Heeeelp!" Nothing. No help. It's good to know nobody is coming to my fucking aid if someone is trying to kill me in my own room. I whine and moan as I get up and put on boxers before forcing my weak body downstairs. Every so often I ask for help, but there's no one around until I reach the breakfast room. "Birdie? What are you doing?" My father asks, looking at me like I'm a weirdo as I walk inside the room in nothing but boxers. And a frail body and head, "You look goddamn awful… did you have a good night?" "It was alrig—" I stop when I hear someone runni
We stay there with Elio's old friends for two more hours until my boss is drunk, then we start our way back to The Cage. When I drop Elio off at the main house, my wolf starts pushing inside my mind for something. He wants to see Eros, at least for a little while. "No," I mutter out loud, fighting him and continuing to drive the SUV to the shared garage. I wait until every other security guy is gone before walking out and growling, having an inside battle with myself, "Tomorrow. I promise.” "Why are you talking to yourself?" Someone asks, his voice echoing through the garage and I jump, turning to the voice. It's Eros, but where the fuck is he? I look around the garage, forcing my eyes to focus under the pitch dark and I find him sitting inside a car on the furthest corner. "What the fuck are you doing here? In absolute dark?" I demand, walking to him. When I'm closer I realize he's smoking a joint. Weed, "Explain this." "Explain what? I'm chilling," he says, as is it's
As soon as we walk inside the building, Saint tells my dad he'll go train with the security guys at the gym and tries to walk away, but my dad stops him. "No, you should be in the conversation. I'm sure they can figure out what to do without you today," my dad responds, so every bodyguard nods before walking away, straight to the gym. Me, my dad and Saint walk to the elevator. I won’t lie, it’s a little awkward considering the last conversation we had, where he tried to get me out of The Cage in secret. Like a traitor. I turn my head only a little bit to look at him, but his eyes are firmly on the elevator doors. Unmoving. His jaw is so tight, it might break. But hell, he’s handsome. Very handsome and untrustworthy as hell. I sigh and return my eyes to the front too. Should I tell my dad what Saint tried to do last night? That's going to get him fired on the spot, I think. The doors open before I can reach a decision and I walk straight to Sammy. Today her hair is straight and
As I get out of the office I walk past Sammy, who’s carrying a bag with the food we asked for, but I ignore her when she asks if I’m alright because I’m clearly not. And if I try to say anything, I’m going to breakdown. I take the elevator and cover my face to get myself together, then I just walk to the front door ignoring all the people looking at me. The security guys step up as soon as they see me. They want to stop me from walking out because that's their job. To keep me a fucking good for nothing, weak pussy boy who can't do shit. "I need a cigarette, just fuck off for a second," I snap at them, looking around for my two main guys, but they're not amongst these guards. They’re training. "Stay close to him," one of the guards orders and then he calls the others so they can extend and guard the perimeter even further than before, because weak ass little Birdie is here. "Fuck this shit," I murmur, walking to the sidewalk and pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket. I grab
"It's always a gorgeous day when you are appreciative of it," the lady murmurs, turning a little until she can really look at me, even deeper. Her stare is so intense, I stop feeling so carefree. I focus on her too, "You're a beautiful man." "Oh," I let out, a little shocked by that tone and that look. All of a sudden she looks interested and her intense stare starts to make more sense, "Thank you, you're a stunning woman. I love your whole vibe. Seriously, I thought you were the coolest person around this park." She smiles slowly. "There's something really special about you," she mentions, her eyes moving all over me again. I sit up straight to allow her to look. Who can blame her, honestly? "How old are you, darling?" "Twenty-four," I respond, she nods, "You?" "Forty-seven," she responds, studying my hand when I lift it to take another drag, "Have you ever been with an older woman?" Damn, she’s straightforward as hell. And the answer to that question is no, but I start to co
I run straight to the gym on the second floor where my guys are training. "Angel!" I shout. My Beta in here drops the barbell he was deadlifting in that same second and turns to my voice, ready for anything. "Birdie ran away from the building. He literally ran," I start and watch his face fall in horror. Everyone else stops what they were doing too, "I need all of you patrolling around, looking for him. I'll be running, trying to put myself on his head and figure out where he could've gone." "Boss, I should do that," Angel says. Silo nods backing him up, "I know him better. Silo too.” "No. This is my call, I will go," I state and then look around, everyone has heard and is ready. I take one of the com radios because it's protocol. I hook the radio into my pants and the headphone on my ear, "He could be anywhere, eating, shopping or just walking... take some of the building guards with you. I need to get going. Don't fuck this up." I run out after a quick confirmation from ev
"N-no, that was actually a joke," I backtrack hard as hell, "Just the money, then?" "Trust me, I'm getting some money out of you," he smiles like a villain, "But not directly. I think we can squeeze a lot more than one mil out of Angelou." So this is it then? I'll just fucking die here? After that fight with my dad and before he gets the chance to apologize for calling me immature? Seriously, God, you hate me that fucking much? "Fuck you!" I yell when I get filled with rage and I move without even thinking, lifting and running straight to him. Just like Mousey, I won't let them win, "Fucking shoot me. Kill me now or I'll eat your fucking face off!" Ricardo stumbles back, surprised by my attack. But he moves his rifle out of the way. He knows he can't shoot me. With my hands bound in front of me, I try to do anything. I remember every single thing Saint told me during those combat lessons. Don't try to be the strongest, be the smartest. Trick your opponent, surprise attack
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