{ Angelique }I'm happy.I've never felt so happy in my life... well, maybe I have, but this last month and a half has been so horrifying, I'd forgotten how happy I used to be. Luckily, everything seems to be going my way at the moment.I'm lying behind Elliot, massaging his back with my feet while he plays in his little play box with Luc and Hunter.I fall asleep before Elliot, but I feel him cuddling me later and that makes me even happier.A few hours later I wake up with a jolt because someone suddenly opens the door with a loud bang and it crashes into the wall. I gasp and immediately sit up in bed, where I’m all alone. "Where is my son?" the General asks, in an annoyed voice. The guys are also awakened by his abrupt entrance so Hunter tells him he's probably eating breakfast, "Mmm, good. Monroe, put on some decent clothes and come with me. I'll be waiting outside."I swallow, nervously. I don't think he would want to do anything evil to me, right? I mean... he wouldn't. Maybe h

{ Elliot }I start devising how I'm going to apologize to Angelique from the moment I get in the truck. I refuse to be her personal puppet and do whatever she asks me to do without questioning her or thinking for myself. That's not who I am and I won't become that kind of man for anyone, especially not for her, because I know that's exactly what she wants, for me to be at her beck and call like a pet and comply with whatever she feels like… but on the other hand, I don't want to get off to a bad start. We haven’t been together for more than 24 hours and we're already fighting again.But it’s not like I can just ignore Marea fainting. If I let some rich omega die because of my girlfriend’s jealousy, I wouldn’t be a good soldier. However… I start to think Angelique was right about an hour into the drive, because Marea makes a low sound in her throat, sighing like a comfy kid sleeping. She was supposed to be passed out, not asleep. Still, I’m hoping that this damn trip to the hospital

{ Elliot }Angelique hasn’t come to my room yet, so I can’t sleep. I’m really worried… what if she fought with Marea or that crazy witch did something to her and now Angie’s lying dead in the middle of the desert? Or what if she went to sleep alone in her cabin and lied about being okay? What if she’s plotting how to break up with me?The door opens around midnight but it’s not her, it’s Xavier. And I know even with my eyes closed because he trips over something on the floor, making a fuss. As usual, he can't walk three steps without doing something stupid. I almost ask him about Angie but before I can get up, Superluc gets out of bed to go to his boyfriend's rescue and they start making out standing right there, thinking I’m asleep.Now I have no choice but to stay in bed and cover my ears, especially when they move to Luc’s bed and their noises get even worse. I only uncover my ears when their moans stop but only because now they’re fighting.Apparently, Xavier is being needy and L

{ Angelique }I wake up with a stabbing pain throughout my body, mostly in my head, which is increased by a familiar voice screaming very close to me. I'm lying on top of someone and my arm is asleep and sweaty because it was trapped between our bodies. I lift my head a little, grunting from the effort and I realize I'm on top of Elliot on the couch and he's not wearing a shirt. I’m not wearing one either, or my bra. I blink and groan as I start to get up, looking at the chaos around me in disbelief."...Now!" that voice shouts again, making a person groan something. My eyes start to focus better and my brain wakes up a bit. I see people waking up all over the place, most with a missing garment or two, or more. Everyone is trying to come back to life just like me, except for Eva. She looks normal and is helping Xavier stand up. Lesley is at his side and she’s the only one with all of her clothes intact. Kelly and Taret are completely naked. Hunter and his girlfriend are nowhere to b

{ Angelique }Elliot is gently stroking my arm, letting me know he’s awake again. I take a breath and brace myself. I've been practicing this conversation for over a week and I won't let him keep changing the subject."Uh... Elliot? I was thinking maybe we should talk abou..."Before I can finish saying it, Elliot moves to get on top of me and kiss my neck. He starts to move his hand down my belly but I grab his wrist before he can get to my poor pussy because she's still tired."I bet I can give you another one before we have to start the day," he promises in a whisper, still kissing my neck. My eyes start to cross at the suction he's employing on that special spot."No," I moan softly, pushing him away so he stops kissing me, "I’m still sore, four is my limit."I sound like a grandma and I'm ashamed of myself, but I really don't think I can deal with another orgasm. I'm sensitive and I know I'll walk funny later, plus, I know why he's doing this and I can't let him keep distracting