Invnarcel

Lol! I've daydreamed about writing fics in that same universe. But with the happy ending and all I can't continue their story without it just being mundane slice of life

I’d slept weirdly and at odd hours in the few days before Wesley’s release. I was too euphoric. I drove to the prison in my new Land Rover, and my hands would be shaking if they weren’t in a deathgrip on the wheel. Halfway there I was crying, huge tears rolling down my face. My body was still growling at everything – at me. It wouldn’t be satisfied until the moment we were together once more. Okay someone please tell me why this feels like the end of every romance movie where the lovers reunite

One month later it was Fall and my life still felt as crazy as ever. Every waking second I missed Wesley, and knowing he felt the same made it hell. I wasn’t allowed to visit. Even with a glass wall in-between, newly mated pairs often got too worked up and security had to force one out and the other back to their cell. Instead, we spoke on the phone for five minutes every day. It was all the time he was allowed, and our calls always ended quite abruptly. Neither of us wanted to be the one to tal

On Thursday morning, Samson was busy looking at rental properties with his new mate, while Henry’s soccer practice had started up for the season. Tyrone was free though, and his uncle owned a van, so the two of them had generously agreed to help me move all the stuff I bought and was gifted out of the house. Nature was noisy that day. I supposed I hadn’t spent a lot of time standing out by the street. There was chirping from a nest of small, red-breasted robins beneath a periwinkle sky. “Da

Yes! You know, I thought about this a lot as well as how consent would work in this world. Unfortunately things aren't as clear cut here. We've got hormones and pheromones, which at times can be unavoidable or accidental. I think that in this world consent, especially with omegas, is seen as not a big issue because it's so easy to muddy the line. That plus historical systemic issues. That's why I thought Ethan writhing around helplessly in a porn shoot while all those alphas and betas filmed him would be seen as okay.

After setting my phone to vibrate, I finally answered Lanus’s call the next day. “Hey, Ethan,” he sounded a tad nervous. Good. “You haven’t been home. How about lunch at the Hamilton? My shout. We gotta talk about what happened.” “We do.” “Cool. See you at 12:30?” “Right-o.” The call ended and I stretched then snuggled with Wesley in his bed, which was a gray-sheeted, full size double mattress. He dipped his nose into the crook of my neck. I sighed. “He’s not gonna

The date on my phone caught my eye. Monday, August 19th. It’d been one month since I recovered from my first heat, then met Lanus and Wesley for the first time at Burger Box, and then agreed to work for Skeeters. It felt more like a year. I’d lost some weight, since I was too distracted to feel hungry. My eyes were brighter. My jaw sometimes ached from too much grimacing, and I kept catching myself grinding my back teeth. My bank account was healthier than ever and I’d stopped spending needlessl

I got the feeling that Wesley’s transition back to being my assistant wasn’t going smoothly behind the scenes. He never wanted to worry me. Lanus would give me almost anything I asked for, so I considered telling him to go easy on Wesley, but I suppose we also didn’t want him suspecting our secret relationship – that was probably why Wesley was keeping me out of it. Strangely, I was able to accept this. I was deeply satisfied over the next few days by how much we felt like a true bond. Even with

Heat burned up my back from the lashes. Pain melted into pleasure. The flogger came down on my ass next. I sucked in air through my teeth then sighed. I was on all fours, pink lines marking up my pale body. The air felt grave somehow as the cameras filmed. I looked back at Kumar whose expression was controlled, but his eyes were a burning mahogany. His scent was also proof of his arousal, that stale wine and chicken broth mix had me running with slick. It cloyed in my nostrils, seeping into my b

Hours later I softly awoke. Wesley was in bed with me, our arms around each other but we were fully clothed. From the feel of the day, I’d probably been out for five hours. So, late morning. There was no way Wesley had just laid there to not disturb me. I could smell banana, so at the very least he’d left to eat breakfast then slipped back into my arms without waking me up. The smell made me hungry. I was craving banana slices on pancakes, maybe with bacon and maple syrup. “Are you awake?”

I got a weird phone call the next day. “Hello Mr. Matticks, my name is Pierre and I work for Mr. Martin Hlavacek. How are you?” The voice was smooth, the tone curving upwards. “Um, hi? How did you get this number?” “We were able to find your contact and bank details,” and then in the same breath, “Please do not hang up – I am not trying to scare or scam you. I’m here to offer you a lot of money for a job.” He spoke with confidence, his words flowed easily. I was surprised he’d man

There was trouble in paradise. I woke around noon to multiple texts from friends. Samson. The phone shook in my hand. We were all in various states of shock, I scrolled to the oldest new message from my closest friend and it read with the dullness of acceptance. Ethan, I left the house this morn & forgot my suppressants. Got triggered into a heat & an alpha attacked me. We bonded. Been at his place a lot & am sorting stuff with his parents. U might not hear from me for a b

They released them over the water. Hmmm, I don't think so.

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The next morning I got a call from Lanus. “Harry’s canceled his scene with you today,” he said. “Oh. I see.” “This sometimes happens. Some days alphas or omegas get doubts about their control. He just needs a couple days.” “Yeah I get it.” “I can try moving things around and get you a scene with Nick tomorrow?” My heart sped up. “Thank you.” “I’ll get back to you. In the meantime, seems like you’re free today.” “Whatever will I do…” “If you find yours