DAWSON"Why would I be here with her?" Smith retorted. "You train a bunch of feral dogs here and they sure as hell gonna eat her up. I'm not that stupid. I know better than bringing her to your hood."His words were nasty as hell and made me contemplate knocking off a couple of teeth from his mouth. But at the same time, they gave me a bit of ease too. Carla wasn't here. She wasn't at this party. There was zero chance that she would see this dirty side of me. That fact gave me a huge solace. "Then tell me. What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, regaining my anger and spite for him. "Believe me, I didn't wanna be here either–""Then leave." I cut in bluntly, pointing at the door. "What's stopping you?""I was invited. And I gave my word that I would be here. I'm an Alpha. I stick to my word.""That's bullshit." I snorted with a dry chuckle. He was spewing nonsense. "There was no fucking way you could have gotten an invitation. No one wants you here. Not me and definitely not my
CARLA Every step I took on the grounds of the school gave me a couple of mixed emotions. I was happy to be back here and resume where I had stopped last session. And of course, there were also fun activities that made me feel thrilled to be back. But then, I was also scared of what would become of me this new season. Every year, I face a lot of misfortunes and I get sent to the school's clinic a whole lot more than was normal. I was everyone's target because the most popular guys in the school hated me. I was always singled out and dealt with. This year, I was hoping it would be different. Last night, I did a couple of prayers to the moon goddess. I don't want to be a target of bullying this year. For the first time since I got enrolled here, I want to be happy. I want to experience something that would change my life completely, but in a good way, you know? Maybe I was asking for too much, but there has never been any harm in praying and hoping. And deep down, I hope my prayers ge
CARLAHaving Alpha Dawson next to me right now was torturing. His alluring cologne infiltrated my nostrils, setting up an uproar at the bottom of my stomach. I refused to glance to the side, so I didn't meet his gaze. Instead, I kept my eyes pinned on my books. "Mr. Dawson, please take your seat!" The lecturer demanded."Can you move over, Carla?" He asked, in that deep voice. I froze. No way am I gonna share a seat with him. It'll be the death of me."No " I shook my head. "The seats are taken.""All of them?" He scoffed, clearly hinting at how ridiculous my words were. The seats were empty and there was no way they could all get filled up. Not even in hours. There weren't many people who attended this class. Just a few of us and I'm still shocked that he's one of the few. How did he apply for all my classes? How do I handle the pressure of being in the same space with him every day? Surely it wouldn't be easy to avoid him. But I still have to try, right?"Carla, please move aside
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
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