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
DAWSONI did a mental countdown in my head, trying to assert a normal pace where my breathing could fit in so I wouldn't have to give off those gruff breaths anymore. I stood on one spot and watched Smith inspect Carla's bruised knees jabbed hard at my chest. It looked like one hell of a romantic scene, where the guy looks out for his girl. But that's bullshit! He had no right to care for her. Or get touchy with her. She wasn't his mate. Why the hell was he bothered about her?I should be the one doing that – taking care of her and keeping her safe from falls and whatever she'd done to have earned the bruise. It should be me, standing next to her. Not him. Not this god-awful Smith Derell. Why the hell won't he just back off? Why was he making me hate him more than I already did? "Isn't that our little chipmunk?" Nick whistled in a mock tone, pointing at Carla, who had already noticed us and was fidgeting."Hell, yeah. It's her." Nick laughed, doing the whistling shit too. They always
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
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