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
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 "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