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
{ Eros } I'm Eros Angelou. Son of the biggest drug lord in the country. People call me The Prince and they stay far, far away from me. I’m 24 years old. I have gray eyes, olive skin, awesome tattoos, the most perfect teeth, a good ass, greek beauty, cero friends, anxiety and prolonged grief disorder. Because most of my family is dead and I can’t get over it… or more like, I refuse to get over it. And I'm currently painting my hair pink because, why not? What else am I going to do? I haven't been physically or mentally able to leave my fucking apartment in two weeks. I'm losing my mind. I’m paranoid. I’m scared of the world around me… "What?! Who is it?" I bark at whoever is knocking on my bedroom door while I'm impulsively dying my hair from platinum blonde to bubblegum pink. They don't respond, "Ugh. Just come in." I thought it would be one of my bodyguards or even my father coming in as a surprise, but no. It's actually my girlfriend, Dollerina, who I haven't seen in over
Dolly breaks down again, but this time it feels real. This cry is genuine and it makes me realize the other one was manipulative. Performative. "I will do anything," she sobs uglily. Because it’s real now, "Please, Birdie, please. I don't want us to end, not for this stupid mistake. It's nothing, just sex. You and I have way more than just sex." "Sex is a big fucking deal for me, Dolly. I don’t like sharing pussy, especially not with him," I growl, shaking my head. I'm flabbergasted by the fact that she really thought I might be obsessed enough with her that I wouldn't care if she fucked another man. She's wrong. I care a lot, "Leave or I'll call Angel and tell him to throw you out. I'm not playing." Her beautiful face crumbles down, but she's scared of my bodyguards so she accepts and walks away, her shoulders shaking because of her sobs. I put my hands on my head and try to keep it together, but I don't take betrayal well, not at all. "Angel!" I yell, losing it. Two seco
"Mister Saint, thanks for coming... can you just give me five minutes to talk to my son?" My dad asks. The guy blinks, looking confused for another second, then he nods and takes a step back. I wait for him to look at me and acknowledge his asshole behavior, say sorry or something... but he doesn't. He just walks away. My dad shuts the door and turns to me, "Now sit down and tell me what has you all worked up." "What has me worked up?! I'm telling you my girl cheated on me with your partner's son and then that tall asshole out there throws me to the ground and acts like I was the one who did something wrong!" I let out, taking a big breath and when I'm done I throw myself on one of the chairs in front of his desk, "God is against me." "No, he's not. God's too busy for us. And a whore's gonna whore," my dad lets out with a dismissive gesture, sitting down on his leather chair again, "What I need to know what's the deal with this... fashion... hair style. Is it a cry for help?" "No
"Listen, I have a plan," my dad says after a couple seconds, turning to look at me again, "That guy outside is my newest plan of escape." "What?" I ask, completely confused, "How?" "He used to be in the military and has some skills the rest of my thugs don’t have. He's intelligent as a motherfucker. So much, he's been controlling bad situations before they even happen." "What the hell? How does he do that?" "I don't know, I will speak with him about it right now. But I will make him my head of security and keep him by my side for a while. If he's as brilliant as they made him look, he's a great option for me to... rely on him heavily. At least a lot more than I've ever relied on anyone else." "Dad," I close my eyes and shake my head, "Don't you think it's suspicious that he knows what's going to happen before it even happens? As if... he planned it? As if he's trying to make himself be more brilliant than he is? I mean, if he's a military guy, how come he didn't see me comin
"Okay, I can see... you want all the intel on me," Saint says with an easy smile and looks at my dad briefly before getting even more relaxed in that chair, as though he owns that chair and this whole building. Military men don't get relaxed like that, I don’t think, "I'm originally from Canada. I got in the military at eighteen but I had a situation and left last year. I had to stay under the radar for a while but a few months ago I managed to cross the border, so I'm here undocumented. Anyway, I was looking for weed one day, that’s how I got into contact with Angelou people and I asked for a job because I wasn't going to get one any other way. They gave me a pound of coke and I started selling but then Gideon, my previous boss, decided to let me show my true skills during an encounter and he liked the way I work so he kept me as part of his team for a while and that’s how I got this meeting. That's all." Hm. Something is not clicking, that sounds rehearsed. "Where's your Canadia
"I hope you're right, Saint. You see, Rosette is both metaphorically and literally on fire right now and I'm the biggest target… but to be completely fair, that's how it always is. I just pissed off the Carson Crew more than usual with my last move," Elio explains with a tired sigh, "I'm slowly but surely over-powering what little territory they still have around here. They don’t like that. Of course, nobody likes a monopoly and I promised I would stop and leave them alone, but that was a lie. I want them out of here completely. So… The Carson’s are a small but significant thorn in my behind at the moment, as you can imagine.“ "Yeah, I get it. And I can help with that," I assure him, because I know I will. Eros scoffs at my comment but I chose to ignore him, "I'm confident I can help you get rid of them. All I need is some time to see how they move and create a plan. I've heard about the Carson Crew but now I’ll be closer to them. In no time, I'll get rid of your biggest enemies and
"Having more migraines?" Eros asks all of a sudden, returning his suspicions eyes to me, saving me from the gross future memories. I blink and pay attention to his stupid face, "Because you look like you want to throw up." "Yeah," I murmur, "I'll take a pill in a minute." “Take it now,” he says, eyes narrowing even more, “Show us your medication. Let me see the n—“ "Are you ready to move in, Saint?" Elio asks, interrupting and absolutely ignoring his son again. I can’t hide my smile at that, "You'll share the house with the rest of our main security guys, but it’s big enough for all of you. And you’ll have your own bedroom.” "That sounds good," I nod and shrug, "Everything I own is in my suitcase, so I'm ready to go anywhere, anytime.” "Perfect, I like that. I travel a lot and you'll be coming with me, as my HS… but only after you’ve finished your probationary period with my guys. I’ll give you two weeks to show me everything you’re promising," Elio says. I nod without showin
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