I can't believe Remington has all that nerve, to try and tell me what to do. He doesn't fucking want me, so who cares if I flirt with another Alpha who can get me ahead? The only reason I didn't punch him in the fucking neck is because I want him to give me money before I leave. I need it to start over… but I also need a job, right? I can't go through life without one. But more than that, I just want to feel normal. I want to have an office job, that’s my pathetic little dream. I want it to be reliable and stable, I want it to be boring, I want to do the same thing every day for years. I want to prove everyone—even myself—that I can be a part of something without destroying it. "Ivy," someone calls my name as I'm walking in a hazed rage straight for the kitchen because my stomach is starting to cramp with hunger. But that sweet voice has just stopped me. It's Sierra, Remington's gorgeous wife, "We need to talk." "No, I need to eat and you need to stay away from me," I tell he
"Hey," Felix says and looks at Remington with true confusion, "What's your problem? We have history too, okay? We're friends." "Exactly," I say and hook my arm around his, staring right at Rem, "I’m taking him to the fountain to have a conversation. In safe territory.” Remington takes a step back and looks at me as if I just declared I will be marrying another man because he's a better political match for me. He actually looks flabbergasted right now. "Felix, can you head there first? I have to talk to Alpha Rem about something," I say. Felix looks annoyed and confused, but he agrees and starts walking away with easygoing steps. Once he's far away enough, I turn to Remington again. He grabs my arm and drags me behind him, "Remington, stop." "No," he growls and continues pulling me until we reach the coat closet near the entrance of the house. He opens the door and pushes me inside as if I'm just another old coat before getting in after me. This is not the place for a conversation,
{ Ivy } I shouldn't be disappointed or sad. I shouldn't. Remington has shown me over and over again, he's never going to fight for me. And I got over that long ago. Agreeing to this mates-with-benefits shit was the dumbest fucking idea I've ever had. Remington might be lukewarm about everything in his life and he might be content with having a little bit of something he wants and then put it away, but I'm not like that. I'm all or nothing. If I want something, I need it to happen... and if there's something I don't want, I leave it. But he is once again becoming an addiction that is way too hard to say not to. The way he's so devoted to me, he's so hungry for me, so clearly in love with me... but just for one second. Then he's fine not having me. "Fucker!" I growl to the empty room before throwing myself on the bed and having a little bit of a silent tantrum. There's rage inside my heart, but my body is spent and ready to rest, so I fall asleep just like that and I only wake
"This is all you deserve from me," Ivy says with an evil smirk, moving her foot down my length slowly, "This is all you'll get, Rem. You either come with my foot or not at all." That definitely won't be as difficult as she thinks. I’m getting close only thinking about it. "You're being too soft," I let out, my voice complete gravel at this point, "Don't be scared, do it harder." She presses down on my dick without holding back and I have to grit down and throw my head back. This is too damn good… but I still need more. I grab her foot and use it, looking down to her pretty toes painted red and almost blowing my load right then and there. I know I'm way too old to be discovering new stuff... but my sex life also stopped the second she walked out on me, so I guess this is just us picking up where we left off. “You’re enjoying this a lot more than I thought,” Ivy murmurs as I chase my own pleasure, but she doesn’t move away. If she thought this would turn me off in any way,
"As you wish," I immediately respond and carry her with an arm around her waist to the shower. Fixing the temperature makes me think about my son, "How’s Ashton Tate?" "Good. He’s been playing with his new toys nonstop," Ivy responds, letting go of my shoulders when I put her down under the stream of warm water, "He loved everything you got him. I know I complained it was too much, but it ended up being perfect. He’s been less of a pain in my ass lately.” "That's great," I laugh. "And... uhm," she frowns and stops herself, thinking twice about whatever she was going to say, but I can see she really wants to ask it. "What is it?" "I noticed his birth mark grew," she murmurs and lifts a hand to point at her hair, "The Silvan genes, you know. I thought my genes were stronger, but yours are fighting for territory in my baby's hair." I can't stop my pleased smile. "This might be bad news for you, but my genes will win," I state, shrugging smugly, "He's getting ready to shif
My plans were to return to Ivy’s room the very next day so I could play with Ash again and maybe kiss Ivy some more, but real life happened to get in my way for three whole days. There were two different omegas from two different neighboring packs who just randomly disappeared the same day without any explanation and without any signs as to who did it, but of course we all think the rogues are to blame. And now people in my pack are starting to panictoo. The rogues are getting too close to us. Is just a matter of time before our omegas start disappearing too. For some reason—and much to the Council’s discontent—we’re one of the packs with the highest number of omegas. A lot of families are starting to guard their omega daughters like princesses in a castle and demanding I do something about this threat, as if I’m not doing everything I can already. Every night I get home late as fuck and have to leave again as early as possible. But today, there’s nothing left to do. That me