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 "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
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,
FEW HOURS BEFORE THE PARTYCARLA"I don't think I can take it anymore, Smith. How the hell am I supposed to keep dealing with this? It's getting tiring," I sighed, pushing back my auburn hair behind my ears as the wind blew through it."What's this about?" Smith asked, glancing at me with his keen eyes. "That jerk?"I knew he was referring to Alpha Dawson, so I nodded, letting out another deep sigh."C'mon, it can't be that bad," Smith chuckled, nudging me playfully. But I couldn't even smile. I was too sad to put up a smile right now. "It's getting worse. I feel like he's haunting me now, making sure I never get away from his haughty gaze. I see him everywhere — at home, at the packhouse, even in school. He enrolled in all the courses I offer, just to suck the life out of me. I can't do a thing without seeing his shadows lurking around me. It's fucking scary.""Take it easy, Carl, alright?" Smith said and grabbed my hand. "Come sit here for a minute." He led me to a bench on the sid
DAWSONThe rapt knock on my door distracted me for a moment and I took a break from folding up my shirts and neatly stacking them inside my suitcase.Deciding to ignore whoever it was knocking, I resumed folding up my shirts. But the knock came again, harder this time.Whoever standing outside that door sure was annoyingly persistent. Wasn't it fucking obvious that I don't wanna talk to anyone? I wasn't in the best mood right now and I sure as hell didn't have the patience to entertain anyone. Whoever knocking at the door should just get the fuck out, please!The knock grew louder and it got me fucking pissed off. With a hiss, I headed for the door, ready to blast whoever it was that didn't understand the concept of 'privacy' and 'not wanting to be disturbed'.I threw the door open and got a bit surprised to see Father, standing impatiently in the hallway. "Father." I bowed quickly, stepping back and gesturing at him to come in. He did, but he had an obvious frown on his face."You
DAWSONStaying this close to her was only increasing the frenzy that came from our mate bond, and my desperation to clear the air with her. I was at a loss for words at the moment, but I badly needed to say something that might excuse my actions that night and reduce the hate and disgust she was feeling toward me right now.I needed to convince her that what I had with Joyce meant nothing and it already ended. For good.She picked up the last clothes and quickly stood straight. I followed suit, like a man without his own mind. Like I was being controlled by her every move and every facial expression."Please, excuse me, Master." Her words were rushed as she took hurried steps. It was fucking obvious that she was trying to run away from me.I stepped in front of her, blocking her path. "Just a second, Carla. Please." I was fucking pleading and that was crazy, because why the fuck? She was just an Omega. I don't ever beg Omegas. But for Carla, I could do anything, even the craziest.
CARLADragging up my suitcase through the wrecked and ruined staircases of my apartment was tiring, and I was panting like I had just finished a marathon.My chapped kneecap was a little bruised and bleeding from the few times I fell on my way up here and it was beginning to sting. But I couldn't pay much attention to it. I had a few more staircases to climb before getting to my apartment. My legs were wobbly and my arms were hurting from dragging my heavy suitcase.It would have been easier if we had an elevator, but the building was an almost demolished structure. The owner had a last-minute change of mind and decided to rent it out to students who couldn't afford a real, nice apartment. Students like me and my roommates, whom I guess should already be inside the apartment. We split the bills between ourselves and we've been able to take care of the expenses over the years we've spent here.I can't complain about the poor housing. It saved my ass and gave me a roof over my head. S
DAWSONThe beeping sound from my phone was a huge distraction for me and I fucking appreciated it. Listening to the loud moans and feral grunts wafting through the door was becoming tiring. It was nice to listen to a different sound.Taking out my phone, I checked the message that had popped on the notification bar. It was a text from – Michael?I looked up and he winked at me. Silly guy! With a smirk, I clicked on the text and read it inwardly.–The bitch screams like a broken record. Wtf?!–Wheezing at his words, I threw my head backwards, taking a peep through the small window of the empty hall where the screams were coming from.I could only make out the silhouette of the girl, with her legs held by firm hands, and her hand was braced on the only desk in the hall.Another beep and my gaze was back to my phone. This time, it was from Nick. Why were these two morons texting me when we were standing in the same hallway, with almost no distance between us?I clicked on the text and was