"Thank you for your sweet words, Elliot, but I’m dead serious. I don't want to be with you anymore,” I say. Elliot sighs and ignores my words, he moves his hand until it's cradling the back of my neck and he pulls our foreheads together, "I'm emotionally exhausted. I can't take it anymore.""But we haven't even started, Angie," he complains. As usual, oblivious to the facts."That's the problem. You've ruined me and you’re not even my boyfriend, do you have any idea how damaged you left me?" my voice starts to rise but I restrain myself at the end. I don’t want to fight, I just want him to disappear, "Seriously, just leave.""I won't," he denies, getting even closer to me until his legs are tangled with mine and I can feel all of him. His breath smells minty he's not wearing his uniform so this feels even more intimate, "Please just shut up for a second and let me say this. It's kind of hard for me.""Ugh, fine. But then you’ll go,” I accept. Elliot takes a deep breath like he's prepa

I go into preservation mode and start looking around to see where I'm going to hide. Marea is doing the same, but Elliot is just standing in front of the door, hyperventilating silently."Elliot, move. Do you want them to find us?""We're going to get found, that's a fact. We can't hide from five alphas in this place," he explains, and I grimace because he's kind of right. They've been trained for way harder things than finding three people in a room this size. I know from experience, if I was indoors, my dad would always find me, "We need another plan. I can tell them we came here for alcohol. My father will forgive anything I do as long as it has to do with alcohol or sex. But Monroe is there, I don't think... agh."Elliot moves to the bar to grab a bottle, but his words make my mind start spinning. Yes, my dad is out there, but he loves Elliot. And I think he appreciates Marea. Being out here getting drunk is something that will definitely piss him off… but anything else will make

My first mistake today was deciding it was safe to leave my room at four in the morning to go have breakfast. My second mistake was taking the long way to get to the cafeteria, because that's the way my mother is coming, carrying a thousand things in her arms.I make a strangled sound and start backing up to make an escape to the left, hoping she hasn't seen me, but it's too late."Elliot!" she shouts and hurries up the walk, “Happy Birthday!”I know her well enough to know that she'll try to hug me even with all that stuff she’s carrying, which will end in disaster, so I reach over to grab the cake and the gas balloons that say 'happy birthday' 'it's a boy' 'I love you' etc., leaving her hands freer for when she stamps herself against me and surrounds my body like a snake, trying to carry me, "...so big and so handsome, I always knew you would become the most beautiful, respectable, perfect alpha. You are the most important thing I have, my biggest pride, my handsome boy, the only go

Once we get in the car, I get the realization that we are going to Las Vegas and I get excited because I’ve never been there before. The only thing that is bothering me is knowing that I will have to spend time with the General. I've always hated him, but after hearing my poor baby complaining I hate him more than before. I can't bear to even think about him, I don't know how I'll make it through dinner next to him without causing a scene and telling him everything I think of him.On the way, the weirdest thing happens: Elliot grabs my hand. I'm so shocked and weirded out by this that my hand starts to sweat a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he doesn't even seem to realize what he's doing.The drive is much faster than I expected and the city is gorgeous, there are millions of lights and lots of people coming in and out of everywhere. "Okay, we're here," Elliot mutters as we pull up to Caesars Palace, unbuckling his seatbelt and taking a deep breath before getting out

{ Elliot }I'm undressing to finally feel free and comfortable when my phone starts vibrating. It's Alpha Monroe. "Yes?""Hi, Elliot. First of all, happy birthday. I hope you're having a good time.""Oh, thank you, Sir. I am.""Perfect, I'm glad. Now, why the fuck did you take my daughter to Las Vegas without asking for my permission?" he asks, finishing in a completely angry voice, "Don't you know she can't leave camp? She still has around 700 hours to serve. Her leaving Council territory could be considered a felony, this looks like she's on the run.""Oh... oh, hell, I had no idea," I start sweating, "Anyone knows about this?""Not yet. And they won’t know as long as Jacob keeps his mouth shut,” he mutters, and I squeeze my eyes shut because, of course, just the day Angelique makes him cry is when we need him happy, "Luckily, he just called me to complain about Angelique being rude. His mind is too busy with that to remember that she can't leave camp. Anyway, I need to talk to my