DAWSONI listened to the sounds of her footsteps until they faded and were replaced by an echoing silence.Seconds turned into minutes and then became a moment, but I had yet to recover from the shock of the conversation we just had.Fuck that!It wasn't a conversation. I barely said a word. And the few I said were harsh and didn't sit right with her. It was too late to take them back. She didn't give me a chance to redeem myself, but instead, she went ahead to burn me with her words.And all because of Smith. It fucking hurts listening to her defend him with so much passion, but she won't let me come a fucking inch closer to her. She adores the guy like he was the best thing that happened to her. But with me, it's different. She's either scared of me or lashing out at me with so much spite. Knowing she harbors that much hate for me kills me a little more each day. I know I deserve it. I deserve the anger, the hate, the curses. I deserve all of them. But I'm trying here. I'm fucking
CARLAOne week passed and Alpha Dawson never showed up at school again. After his fight with Smith, he seemed to have disappeared. No sign of him in my classes or the hallways or with his friends. He didn't show up in front of me anymore. It was like he finally took my pleading to heart and decided to stay away from me. His fight with Smith had been on the lips of students for a while. Everyone pointed out how he started the fight and the agitated altercation he had with Smith before the fight started. It was about me, again.I asked Smith about it but he was reluctant to discuss the fight with me. He repeatedly demanded that I let it go. And then, I did. I stopped asking him but I was still curious. I think I'll always be curious.Every day, I went to class with tiny hopes of seeing Alpha Dawson. Yeah, it made no sense that I wanted to see him. I wasn't missing him, no way. But then, his absence made me feel weird.It's like I'd gotten used to his constant pressuring and accosting.
DAWSONThe drawn curtains couldn't let in any light rays but I could tell it was morning. Another morning.I let out a yawn and stuffed my face into the pillows, ready to brood and eventually fall asleep again. It's been over a week and I haven't stepped out of my room as much. I only go downstairs for food and I'm back inside. All I do is sleep, brood, eat and then I'm back to sleeping again. I've never felt this miserable and it gets worse with each dawn of the day.The continuous beep from my phone right now, like every other morning, plunges me into a terrible mood. With much reluctance, I reached for the phone. I had over twenty messages this morning. Fifteen of them were from Joyce. Five from Father.I clicked on them, and as usual, Father had sent an epistle of advice on how I should be good and graduate with the best grades. Reminding me of the responsibilities resting on my shoulders and how the fate of the Pack depended on me. These words only leave me more depressed and
DAWSONGUILT. It was one feeling I never thought I would feel but right now, I was flushed by it. Every second that ticked by left me feeling more guilty and I was almost fidgeting.Seeing Carla here, standing a little distance away from me was quite a shocker for me. And it has left me feeling as shitty as I felt that coronation night when she walked in on Joyce and me.Right now, the stripper was still pumping my cock with her hands and a long trail of saliva was dripping down her mouth to my cock.Carla had her gaze pinned on me, on the stripper and what she was doing with her hands. She seemed dazed and wouldn't even blink.I gulped nervously but I wasn't about to frantically stand and push off the stripper. I wasn't about to run over to Carla and try to explain shit to her.If I can recall vividly, she asked me to leave her alone. She didn't wanna see me or hear anything from me. She preferred being with Smith than being an inch closer to me.I still recall every word she said to
SMITHAnother glance at my two deflated tires and I felt increasingly, unbearably pathetic. Of all the days in the world, why did it have to be today, tonight?I was already late for Carla's first day. Her shift started an hour ago. I should have been there already. But here I was, stuck with a deflated tire and no hope of fixing it yet.Towing it down to the mechanic's workshop had been an inconvenience. But I did it.Now, I've been waiting for the mechanic and he isn't here yet. I've called him over ten times. God knows he might be getting irritated by my incessant calling, but I have no fucking choice.Carla needs me. I need to be with her. I just hope she's okay before I arrive. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything should happen to her."Excuse me, Sir." It was the young apprentice of the mechanic. He seemed a bit younger than I was. Or was he just a timid type who barely hit the gym? "Are you sure you don't want me fixing your car? It seems my boss is having a hard ti
DAWSON"Somebody, please help me! Get me out of this car! Please!" Carla was yelling repeatedly, slamming her hands on my window. It was foggy and that made her fingers visible in all the areas she touched. "The windows are tinted. Nobody can hear you. So please, stop yelling." I said as calmly as I could. She's been screaming since we drove out of the nightclub. Now, as much as it was beginning to yank at my nerves, I was still trying to remain calm. She's already hysterical. I don't wanna add to it. "Please, somebody, help me. I beg you. Please!!!" She hit harder on the window. "Seriously, Carla. You need to stop doing that. It's beginning to piss me off."It had to be the anger in my voice because she immediately hushed and curled into her seat. But her tears were unabated and she was fidgeting with her seatbelt. I should have gotten used to seeing her tears by now. But I'm not.They still make my insides churn whenever they roll down like that. "Please, Master. Let me off. Pl
CARLAI remained speechless for the next few seconds. His words were making a little echo in my head, pulling me in and leaving no chance for me to argue.Alpha Dawson was a jerk and more, and he has proven himself to be a petty liar. A guy who never stands to his word.But here I was again, on the verge of believing him. The way he said those words had ripped off whatever resolve I had going a while ago.I felt my anger slipping away and I hated it. I hated how easily I got affected by his words. When they've never been true."Don't say things you don't mean, Master. Don't make empty promises either…"It hurts when I eventually realize that you lied, and I was a fool for believing you."Carla, I'm serious. I've never been so fucking serious as I am right now…""You said that too that day in the hall. You said no one was going to hurt me, but days later, I got bullied by your friends. And it was for you.""It wasn't for me, dammit!" He swore through clenched teeth. "Or maybe it was, b
DAWSONI never knew I could feel a graver spite for Smith Derrell than I already did. But watching him kick open my door made me realize how possible it was.What the heck was he doing in my apartment, and why did he have to kick my door? What happened to his damn hands?!"What the fuck are you trying to do to her, Dawson?!" His question coupled with the angry look in his eyes made me realize how messed up the situation was. My cock was out. Carla had been yelling. My poise looked like I was ready to claim her.Anyone would misunderstand. Anyone would think that I was trying to rape her. I could see the same thoughts in Smith's eyes and the way he balled his hands into hard fists.I quickly pulled in my cock and zipped up my pants. "It's not what you think, Smith." "The fuck it's not!" He leaped stepped a foot on my table, and landed on me, hitting me down.I didn't see his onslaught coming, so I had no balance. He had me firmly pinned on the floor, and he delivered his first pun