BLURB "You drive me insane, Carla!" He growled, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress. "Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He groaned, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time. "God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little, and plunged into me swiftly. "Fuck!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck. "Mine!" He growled into my neck. ༆ Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was naive—prim, innocent, and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt, especially the sexy ones. All his life, he had always hoped to meet his mate at his coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store. Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and she wasn't just a random omega to him. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she had found out about him on the day he realized she was his mate. The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?
もっと見るSMITHThe sun was at its peak, its rays warming the earth and casting long, golden shadows across the pack compound. Carla and I walked side by side, the sound of our boots crunching against gravel mixing with the sound of activity from the training yard. Ever since the news of a rogue attacking Carla got out, the training session had intensified, but this was beside the point. Today was about Carla. I had spent days planning this picnic, hoping to give her a moment of peace after everything she’d endured.She was walking steadily, her face glowing with the ease that had been absent for weeks. After the rogue attack, seeing her like this—strong, radiant, and herself—was all I needed to make this day worth it.The yard ahead buzzed with life. Wolves were sparring, their grunts and laughter blending with the sharp impact of fists meeting pads. Carla’s attention drifted toward the scene, her pace slowing slightly. I didn’t miss the way her eyes scanned the sparring pairs, lingering longe
DAWSONThe sun hung high in the midday sky, its heat pressing down heavily and casting sharp shadows on the ground, making the air feel thick . Its warmth beating down relentlessly on the pack compound as we drilled in the open training ground. Sweat poured from every wolf around me, the air thick with the mingled scents of exertion and dirt. The sound of grunts, heavy footsteps, and the clash of bodies echoed across the space, creating a rhythmic chaos that usually sharpened my focus. Today, though, it only added to the storm brewing inside me.I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, my muscles straining as I locked into another exchange with the guy in front of me. His movements were sharp and deliberate, designed to exploit the weak points he knew I had. My strikes were uncoordinated, lacking the precision they normally carried."Focus," Rick Taylor growled, sidestepping my jab and delivering a swift counter that grazed my ribs."I am focused," I snapped, though it was a lie.Ric
DAWSON The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, but it did little to ease the cold, heavy knot of dread settling deep in my gut. I stared at my father, his face pale, eyes wide with disbelief and terror. The words he had just spoken to me rang in my ears like a hammer striking metal.“A rogue... a rogue is still out there?”His voice shook, even though he tried to keep it steady. My father, the Elder Alpha, a man who had always been strong, unshakable, was visibly rattled. And for the first time in my life, I felt a knot of fear myself.After Carla described the incident of her attack, concluding that it could have only be done by a rogue. I could feel the weight of the information settling heavily on my chest. It wasn’t just the news of a rogue wolf; it was the possibility that everything we had fought for, everything my father had worked so tirelessly to build and secure, could be undone and also the fact that the rogue decided to attack Carla.“We’ve been over thi
CARLAIt’s strange, being awake like this. For the past week or two, the world had been a blur of beeping machines, sterile white walls, and the faint smell of antiseptic that never quite left my nose. I couldn't place what had happened, not really. It was like the details of the night of the attack were buried under layers of fog, a haze I couldn’t cut through no matter how hard I tried.All I remembered clearly was pain. The sharp sting of claws slashing through my skin, the feeling of blood flowing in thick streams, and then nothing. The darkness had been kind of a relief, to be honest. Not knowing whether I’d survive or not was somehow better than having to live with the memory of it.But now, the haze was lifting. Slowly, very slowly.I blinked, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, hearing the quiet hum of the machines that monitored my vitals. The room was calm, but there was a tension in the air that I couldn’t shake. It lingered in the background like an invisible presence. I
SMITHThe heavy scent of pine and damp earth clung to me ashoved sted my tie yet again. My fathr’s insistence that w,e visit the pack felt less like a request and more like a command. He framed it as a gesture of goodwill, a chance to offer condolences to strengthen alliances. But for me, this visit wasn’t about politics or optics.The pack’s territory was quieter than I remembered, subdued in a way that set my teeth on edge. Loss hung thick in the air, pressing down on my chest as I stepped out ,of the car. Carla’s absence was a gaping wound, one I couldn’t ignore.My father, ever th composed diplomat, led the way to the Pack house. His strides were purposeful, his demeanor unshaken. I followed, my thoughts tangled and restless. This moment needed precision, the right balance of sincerity and strategy.When the Dawson’s father opened the door, the grief on his face was undeniable. His bloodshot eyes and slumped shoulders spoke volumes, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a
DAWSONThe clock on my dashboard blinked 7:45 p.m., mocking me with every passing minute. Carla was waiting, and I was already fifteen minutes late. p.m. knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as I sped through the winding streets toward the park. Every second felt like a small betrayal. She hated when I was late.I glanced at my phone lying on the passenger seat. No texts or missed calls. Was she annoyed? Probably. But she’d understand. She always did.As I drove through the quiet streets, the thought of Carla kept popping up in my head. Carla had a way of grounding me, of making everything seem less chaotic. The last few weeks had been hard, with my father tightening his grip on every aspect of my life and my friends pulling away. Carla was the one constant. The one person who didn’t expect me to live up to impossible standards or prove myself worthy of a legacy I wasn’t sure I wanted.But I wasn’t blind. I knew her patience wasn’t endless. She had put up with so much already— the
UNKNOWN POVThe warehouse was dark, the air thick with the scent of rust and damp wood. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the city beyond the thick walls. He stood near a stack of old crates, watching the heavy metal door. His eyes narrowed as it creaked open, the sound slicing through the stillness.Joyce walked in, her heels clicking sharply against the cold concrete floor, each step purposeful and precise. There was no hesitation in her movements—everything about her screamed control. Her posture was rigid, the lines of her body taut, and the hard set of her jaw told him she wasn’t here for pleasantries. She wasn’t here to play games.He didn’t speak at first, his gaze locked onto her, studying her every movement. She stopped just inside the door, her eyes meeting his across the dimly lit space.“You’ve got some nerve,” he finally said, his voice calm but edged with a dangerous undercurrent. He didn’t step forward, instead remaining hidden in the shadow
DAWSONCarla’s footsteps echoed in the hallway as she walked away, her shoulders slumped with something heavy. She had made up her mind, I thought, but I could feel the weight in her every movement. There was something she hadn’t said, something still hanging in the air. The way she hesitated just before leaving told me there was more. My heart ached as I realized how close I was to losing her, how much she was still holding back. I couldn’t let her leave like this.I made a quick decision. Without a second thought, I turned, stepping toward the door. “Carla, wait!” I called out, my voice rough, desperate.She froze, but didn’t turn around immediately. “Dawson, I need to go,” she said, her voice small, almost breaking. “Please, just let me be.”I could hear the pain in her tone, and it made my chest tighten. I stepped up behind her, not too close, but close enough to make sure she could feel me. “I know you're scared, Carla,” I said, my voice softer now. “But don’t walk away like this
DAWSON I watched Carla disappear down the hallway, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. My voice rang out, sharp and desperate. “Carla! Stop!” She didn’t. She kept running, her shoulders set and head turned away, as if the sound of my voice only drove her to move faster. My stomach twisted at the sight. She thought—she thought I had something going on with Joyce. The idea was laughable if it wasn’t so devastating. With a low growl of frustration, I shoved Joyce off me, barely noticing her protest. I couldn’t deal with her right now. I could barely think straight as it was. All I knew was that I couldn’t let Carla go, not like this, not with her believing something that wasn’t true. I took off after her, my legs moving on instinct. My chest burned with every step, but the ache in my lungs was nothing compared to the thought of losing her. As I turned the corner, my heart clenched when I saw her crash into Rick Taylor. He steadied her, concern etched in his features as he lo
DAWSON"Oh, shit!" Joyce yelled through clenched teeth as I took her through another squirting orgasm.Her legs were locked around my neck and her hips were suspended in the air. Her back was on my bed, and I was standing and shoving into her pussy.She looked drained. She had all the right to be. Two hours of hardcore fuck, with endless squirts, would drain any she-wolf.Too bad we were far from being done."Take me!" I ordered, running a hand through my sleek, dark locks. She got on her knees and took my hard cock into her slutty mouth. Her hands trembled around my shaft, but somehow, she was still doing a perfect job."Fuck, that feels good," I shut my eyes to the pleasure, relishing every bit of it. But it didn't ease my frustration. Nothing could.Tonight was supposed to be the best night of my life. I turned twenty today, and as the laws demanded, I got crowned as the Alpha of my pack. Father had decided he was ready to let go of the reins, and I had to step into his big shoes,...
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