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?
View MoreCARLA "Hurry up, Carla!" My impatient roommates yelled from the bedroom. "Coming!" I yelled back from the bathroom. I was almost late for my first class. Just ten minutes more and I would be late. I slept past my usual time, so I had little time to prepare for school. I had already dressed up when I felt the wetness dropping into my panties, and then the slight ache in my lower abdomen was all the signs I needed that it was that time of the month. How did I forget? I'd been so busy with school and work that I didn't remember to buy some tampons. Borrowing wasn't my forte, but I had to, and thank Goddess, my roommates were kind enough to give me a couple of pads. But I needed painkillers, too, for the pending vicious cramps. They didn't have any. Now, I am scared of going to school. The pain was already brewing. It might worsen in school, and I wouldn't know what to do. I thought of skipping school today, but even that scared me the most. I had important classes, p
SMITHLoving your best friend has always been one of the most popular and romantic tropes in books and movies.I recall sitting in front of televisions and going 'awwn' as they finally realized their feelings for each other in the last scenes of the movie or the last pages of the book.No matter how much agony and pain they go through, it all gets sorted out in the end, and they admit their feelings for each other.It was fiction, but it was nice watching them. Until it became my reality, and I had to realize how different reality was. It sucked. The fights you have with your best friend might not strengthen the bond or make her realize how much you love her in the end. On the contrary, it might push her away into the arms of the guy you hated the most."You didn't come to get me," She explained, nervously grabbing my hoodie. "Smith, please…""Right. So I'm absent for a second, and he's already taking my place. What the fuck?""No one's taking your place. All he did was give me a ri
CARLA"What?" Blood drained from my face, leaving me pale. My lips went dry, and I almost lost my voice from how shocked I was. "It has to do with you, Carla. That's the truth. The whole truth."His confession was mind-boggling and exciting at the same time. Ever since I heard of his breakup with Tricia, I always suspected it had to do with me. But hearing him admit it felt a lot more exhilarating. It felt so unreal. My heart raced like in a marathon. Butterflies attacked the hollow of my stomach.His words repeatedly echoed in my head until I was almost smiling. Almost.He tilted his head, giving me such a dreamy look. "You have got to say something at this point, Ma'am." I gulped, rubbing my clammy hands on my dress. His stares were unnerving. I couldn't dare to look at him for too long.He chuckled lightly, and I glanced at him. He sucked in his lower lip, and goddess, it sent a definite tingle between my legs."You don't seem too surprised. I guess you already suspected it ha
DAWSON The noisy honking caused my ears to buzz, forcing me awake. I yawned sleepily, looking out the window. Geez, it was dark already! I rummaged through the car for my phone. I found it and checked the time. It was almost 10 p.m. How long did I sleep? Another yawn and stretch got rid of whatever trace of sleep that was clinging to me. Carla should be getting off work any second. Would Smith be picking her up? I checked the parking lot and there wasn't a sign of his car. Was he on his way? He had better be here soon. She shouldn't take the subway. Not at this time of the night. If only she would love to ride with me… "Goodnight!" Her giddy voice squealed as she pushed the revolving door, stepping out of the café. She looked around, maybe in search of Smith. No sign of him, so she sighed and took the sidewalks. Obviously, heading to the subway. Would she let me give her a lift? The question churned my mind. 'You'll never know unless you try,' my wolf echoed
DAWSONRick Taylor, my Beta, had suggested that I play nicer from hereon. Ditch my jerk attitude and try being polite and very gentlemanly. All day, I've tried to stick to that advice. When Smith came at my face, accusing me of manipulating my friends and flings to come after Carla, I should have forgotten my fist on his face, but I held back my rage. As hard as it was, I walked away. God, it was hard. But my decision to be a better guy was the only thing that kept me walking until I was out of the school building, into my car, and heading back to the apartment.I couldn't linger around. The chaos in school had my nerves at an all-time high. I needed to cool off in my haven.Hours later, I wanted nothing but to see Carla. Be sure she was alright. Tricia had pulled her hair and did a couple of shit. Had to see those things didn't leave lasting damage on her. Also, I had to clarify what happened between Tricia and me. She had to know the real story and why Tricia was blaming her for
CARLASmith was absent in the remaining classes we shared. And so was Dawson. When it was time to leave and head to the café, Brian came to find me. "Let's go, Carla. I'll drive you to your workplace." He took my books and my bag and led the way out of the building. "What about Smith?""He left early.""He's still mad at me, isn't he?"Brian didn't answer, so I took that as a 'yes.'My shoulders sagged. Today sure was one of the worst days of my life First, I got humiliated by Tricia, and now, Smith wasn't talking to me. It was all so depressing. I hated fighting with Smith. We rarely did. But the few times were always so suffocating and painful. Like a part of me was brutally cut off. It was the worst feeling ever. The ride with Brian was quiet. He did try to start up a conversation, but I was too drained to keep it going. So we just fell silent. I was trying to reflect on what I did that had Smith mad at me. He wanted me to stay away from Dawson. He wanted me to stop enterta
UNKNOWN Watching her cry was quite a sight. She was making a huge mess of herself, cussing out loud at Dawson and swearing to get her revenge on him. She was emotionally and psychologically fucked up. At this point, she was ready to do anything, however dirty it would be, just to get back at Dawson for the humiliation he had just put her through.It made her the perfect target for my plans. Destroying Dawson was my reason for existence. Bringing him to crumble was my destiny. But I could never achieve that alone. I needed allies. Folks that had as much resentment as I had for him. Or even more.Bittered folks who wouldn't mind doing anything; going to any length; shedding blood, just to have their revenge.Anger was the strongest emotion ever, and it tended to blindfold its victims. It made them easier to manipulate. Just like her. She was oozing with murderous rage. It wouldn't be hard to convince her to join my quest to destroy Dawson. But to convince her, I had to reveal myself
CARLA"What are you talking about?" I fought back my tears, with my hand on the spot where she hit me. It was stinging a lot. Students piled up, already forming a crowd, taking photos and making videos. I hate moments like this the most. I hated being the center of attention. That was why I always avoided being on anyone's bad side."You don't know?" She scoffed, amidst tears. "You really don't know, or you're pretending not to know?!"She yanked my hair, bumping me into the locker. Gasps and shrieks erupted in the hallways, as she viciously pinned my face against the locker. I cried out in pain, but she only went harder on me."What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Smith demanded. I wasn't looking at him to know how upset he was. But from his voice, I could tell he was almost getting feral. "Stay out of this, Smith!" She barked at him, tightening her grip on my hair. Tears stung my eyes as she slammed my face into the locker again. "Stop it!" I cried. "Please!" "It's all y
CARLAI didn't have a perfect response to his question, so I remained silent. Guiltily silent. Running away from him wasn't exciting for me either. But my heartbeat always got unreasonably loud and rapid whenever he was close. My breath hitched too, and I found it hard to act normal. And don't get me started with the wetness that always drenched my panties when I stared too long at his overly handsome face.In simpler terms, I was always a chaotic mess with him around. And I didn't want him to see that. His gaze was always so intense that I feared he might see through me. That was why I always made a quick exit.It would be embarrassing if he saw what mess he always made out of me each time he approached me. He gave a soft chuckle at my silence. "Just tell me when and where you want us to meet for the project. I'll be there. Wherever it is."He began taking slow steps to the door, with a hand in his pocket, and I followed at his pace, with my head lowered nervously. The girls were
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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