Luckily, my cousin knows I'm not in the mood and he stays silent the whole night while I can't stop thinking about how fucking shit is my life. Maybe it's even worse than the other one, with Julie. At least all there was with her was boredom, but in here with Birdie is one chaotic situation over another one and I an't catch a fucking break. Now I have another thing to worry about. Fucking Dylan Satori. He's not just a guy who Eros doesn't like. Dylan wants Eros. Badly. And he's going to succeed to have him at some point if I don't claim Eros first. I cover my face and groan. That fucker was going to kiss my mate tonight. He got really close because I couldn't escape the conversation with Jacob and Elio, but of course I had to get up in the middle of it and go stop that kiss from happening because my wolf was about to come out. But now I have to worry about that shit a lot because Dylan is going to be dangerous. If he ever touches my mate, I'll go fucking hunt him and kill him
"So, um, is she really poor?" I ask."Not exactly. I mean, she's not starving, but she's horrible with money. Gambles it all, buys unnecessary shit, then when an emergency comes along, she has nothing. I've given her some, just to keep her quiet, but I won't anymore.""I bet you're making more than before right now," I say with a pointed look, Saint nods, "Just give her some money. Don't hoard it all like a dragon, give it to her. Seriously. Even is she was a shit mom to you, give it to her.""What logic is that?" he asks, like I'm the biggest idiot ever. Of course he thinks that, he's heartless. "She is family, the reason you're alive. Money means nothing without a family, I swear to God. In this world, you could die at any point and all that money you're hoarding is just going to become dust. Wouldn't you like to know at least you helped someone with it? And not just someone, but the woman who gave you life."He wants to call me stupid and complain, but I can see I'm starting to ma
{ Saint }This whole drug situation is a lot more complicated that I even imagined. Of course I’ve been to some of the labs before, but this is the first time I'm in one of the bigger ones. It looked like a shoe factory from outside, but it's a complete laboratory. With real chemists, regulations and shit. I walk next to Elio as he goes through the motions of making sure everything is working alright and after that whole tour, we sit down with Gideon."How's my boy been doing?" He asks Elio, pointing at me with his head, "I'm guessing alright, since you're traveling alone with him.""More than alright. You didn't tell me you found Canadian Rambo," Elio says and they both laugh, then he starts telling him about the kidnapping situation and how I wiped out almost the whole gang myself. I allow them to discuss how amazing I am with a smile on my face. Poor little humans, they're so easily impressed. "So, there's a situation," Gideon says after the catch-up session, "We need to give Ra
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
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