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
CARLAThe ride home was silent. But there was an undeniable tension between Smith and I. He stopped the car in front of my apartment, but he didn't alight from it. I also stayed put, stealing glances at his stern face.I've seen Smith get upset in the past, but I haven't seen him get this upset. His nerves were twitching, and his teeth wouldn't stop gritting. It was the kind of anger that could drive anyone into committing murder. If not controlled."Are you really okay, Carla?" He asked again. During the ride, he popped the question a few times. They were the only words he said to me. And I answered.Why was he asking again? Why couldn't he believe that I was really alright?"I'm fine, Smith. Told you already.""Tell me the truth. Did he really not try to rape you?" He threw a look at me."No. He didn't." On second thought, I rephrased my answer. "I don't think he was trying to.""You're not even sure." Smith hissed, darting his gaze out the window."I'm sure. I know what happened be
SMITH"Smith." Carla said my name, but my gaze wasn't on her. It was tearing down the jerk standing right behind her.Dawson. With his jackass face, he was right too close to her. Like he was trying to grab her hand. The intensity of his eyes showed he was going to do something to her before I walked in. And now he was pissed by my sudden intrusion.How hard was it for him to understand the concept of staying away from Carla? Why was he stalking her now? After what happened that night, he shouldn't even be an inch next to her. Alone. There was no telling what he might do next.Last night, it ended with him sticking out his cock. He could do worse than that if he ever got that chance again. Grabbing Carla's hand, I pulled her behind me. Shielding her from his atrocious gaze. "What do you want, Dawson?" His eyes squinted. There was a flicker of rage in them. His nerves twitched. And though his hands were in his pockets, giving him a calm poise, I could see him fist them. "I wanna t
CARLA"Thank you, sir!" The class chorused as the lanky lecturer walked out. I was too drained and exhausted to join in and was even in the middle of the yawn when they did the chorus. Slowly, the hall was getting empty. I looked over at the window seat, but it was empty too. The occupant was gone. Alpha Dawson. He'd been there all through the class. And again, he just left too quickly. Like he'd been doing since today.I stood, checking the exits and back seats, but there was no sign of Smith either. He didn't come to get me. Like he'd been doing all through the day too. After he caught me talking with Alpha Dawson yesterday, he felt there was something else Alpha Dawson wanted from me. And with that thought came this intense need to escort me around and keep me away from being accosted by Alpha Dawson.I couldn't be honest with him about Alpha Dawson's recent naughtiness towards me. Smith wouldn't take it so lightly, and it might lead to a more devastating fight. I had to avoid t
CARLA"I want to fuck you, Carla Jason."Hearing him repeat it was torturing and very much unnerving. My throat was getting dry from how much I was gulping. I felt my limbs shaking and my legs trembling as his body brushed against my thighs.His eyes were cold. No trace of emotions. No ounce of softness. He was, right now, a plain, cold jerk."I don't understand…" I finally found my voice, but it wasn't as bold as it should be.He scoffed, biting his lower lips, accentuating his charming but cold, jerkish looks. "You don't know what 'fuck' is?" His broad hand grazed my thighs.I flinched, biting down the sudden moan. "Fine. I'll explain it to you." He leaned forward. "You know, when a guy takes out his cock and sends it inside the pussy of a girl. And she's yelling her head off when he goes deeper and deeper. She wants him out, but at the same time, she wants him to stay inside her. That's pretty much it. Fuck."I was way too stunned to speak. His raw explanation and the nonchalant
CARLA"Are you stalking us?" One of Alpha Dawson's minions asked. Liam, yeah. That was his name.I had to do a little digging and finally learned their names. It was dumb to not be able to identify the three guys who took pleasure in making my life a living hell. "St — stalking you? No, I'm not." My trembling hand could barely hold on to the note. "Please, can I take your orders?""You work here?" The other one laughed. Nick. Yeah, the tallest of them. Only a bit shorter than Alpha Dawson."Who is she?" The brunette asked, assessing me with a very disrespectful, condescending gaze. Why was she here alone? Wasn't she supposed to be Alpha Dawson's girl? Why wasn't he with him?'What do you care?' My subconscious chided me. Right. I shouldn't care. It shouldn't be any of my business if she was alone or with Alpha Dawson. But it was hard to deny that I was affected by their closeness. Like I had rights or logical reasons to be."Her name's Carla…" Liam said, resting his chin on his elbo
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“Dawson!” Mother barged into my room, right before I could even sit. “Son, what's going on with you?”“Mother, can you please leave me alone?” I assessed her with an angry gaze. “Go back to your dinner with your insufferable mate. Just let me be.”Her fists clenched and her nails dug into her skin. “You will not speak about your father like that.”“Forgive me, mother. But he doesn't feel like a father to me. He's treating me like he would any servant. Telling me what to do and who to build friendships with. He took my freedom of movement away. Now he's taking control of my feelings. I don't get to decide on anything anymore. He's calling the shots. And what am I supposed to do? Follow his every whim like a fucking puppet?”“Watch your mouth,” Mother silenced my outburst with a slap to my face. Her eyes were fierce. You bet she's gonna do more than slaps if I don't tone it down with my harsh words over her “mate”. I guess I took after her then. We can't stand it when our mates
DAWSON“She did what?” My ears stung at Rick Taylor's words. My fingers dug angrily into the cushion as I waited for him to repeat what I thought I just heard. “Joyce blocked her off in the hallway and said really nasty things to her.” Rick Taylor repeated accurately not missing a word that he'd said earlier. “Good thing I stopped her before she could do more verbal damage. I walked Carla to the middle of the compound and then she left.”My wolf was both furious and sad, and so was I. The urge to bust out of my room, find Joyce, and throttle the fuck out of her was wrestled and overshadowed by the sadness, of knowing Carla must have been hurt. She's so fucking fragile. A big contrast to the wild, bitchy Joyce. “Was…was she okay?” The words tumbled over themselves as they made their way out of my lips. I glanced up at Rick Taylor, after his few seconds of suspenseful silence. His brow twitched and he scratched his temples lightly with a finger. “Honestly, she wasn't,” He said, a