My Very True Love

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, even though I wasn't fucking ready for that.

Our Pack, —Red Moon Pack— was the strongest and wealthiest pack in the region. Not trying to be cocky, but the stats speak for themselves. My Father was a great leader, and that makes me anxious. I'm fucking scared of not meeting up the expectations.

But no matter how strong and indomitable I might grow, I will never be complete. Not without my wolf, my Beta, and most importantly, a Luna.

My parents, my buddies, the elders, the people – everyone told me I was gonna meet them today. And boy, was I ecstatic! But the ceremony ended a while ago and I didn't meet her. I did meet my Beta though, and my wolf.

It was the first time I morphed into my wolf form, and he was the most gigantic grey beast ever. His eyes were blazing red and his furs were magnificent. I got the greatest ovation ever, but my bones still hurt from it.

Rick Taylor was my Beta; the finest blond in the pack and a bit of an introvert. He was the same age as I was, but we never really hung out. I never thought he'd be the chosen one. My bet has always been on one of my buddies. But Rick is a nice guy, and I'm positive we'll get along pretty nicely.

But the sad reality that I didn't get to meet my mate knocked the excitement out of me. I felt broody, too broody for someone who was getting his coronation ceremony.

I had to excuse myself from the jamboree and take out a bit of my frustration on something, or do I say, 'someone.'

"You like it?" Joyce asked in between slurps. She had a slutty grin as she sucked me harder.

"Fuck, yes," I moved my hips slowly, fucking her mouth. She took in my shaft with bold sucks. It was the sweetest shit. For a second, my frustration slipped away.

Joyce has been my fuck-buddy for over a year now. She was an Omega, but the skankiest there will ever be. And she had a striking resemblance to my nemesis. That's why she took my fancy from the first time I saw her. And I've never regretted fucking her sweet pussy. Except, this would be the last time.

I'm an Alpha now. There are standards I had to meet and lifestyles I had to let go of. Being a Casanova was one of those lifestyles. It wasn't a good look on me anymore, and I was becoming more sensitive about my reputation.

It was fun while we lasted, but this is as far as we can come. So this is 'one last time' and I better make it memorable.

"Come here," I pulled her up and she had that coy smile on her face. The kind of smile that makes me wanna fuck her hard and fast.

I bent her over the edge of my bed, grabbed her hips, and pushed my cock into her pussy.

"Ride me," I ordered. And she did. She moved her bouncy ass over my cock, riding me closer to ecstasy.

I was lost in the moment that I didn't hear the thud from the door. Not until the crashing sound came and I was forced to open my eyes.

No bloody way!

"So – sorry, I should have knocked," She said with a tremble. She stared horribly at the broken plates that had my dinner in them.

"Ca - Carla?" I stuttered miserably. No way. No fucking way. She can't be here. Not now. Not like this!

"Master," She bowed but didn't leave.

She needed my permission to be able to leave but I couldn't give it. I was too frozen to utter any coherent words right now. No fucking way this was happening to me.

"Get the fuck out, Carla!" Joyca barked at her.

Carla. Carla Jason. The girl that haunted my dreams for three years now. The only girl who lived rent-free in my head. The only Omega who could get me on my knees without moving a muscle. She was my nemesis and my undoing. And the fact she hated me so much and blamed me for what happened between us three years ago had me in knots.

Her auburn hair was just the same as Joyce's. That's what got me attracted to Joyce – her resemblance with Carla.

But right now, Joyce didn't seem so appealing anymore. Not when Carla was standing right there, staring at me with loathful eyes.

I felt the sudden movement from my wolf and I checked in on him.

'What's wrong, Axel?' I mind-linked him, but my gaze never faltered from Carla.

'Mate!' He screamed in the back of my mind.

'What?!' And then I felt it, the force pulling me to her. A greater pull than my insane obsession with her. And at that moment, I knew I was a goner.

"Leave," I said, but it was the weakest order in history. My voice broke at its edges. I felt my strength leaving me, and a little something dying inside of me when she turned around and fled out of my room.

There goes my chance of ever being in the good books of Carla Jason! Could this night get any worse? I doubt it.

"Stupid cunt," Joyce hissed.

She's always been a mean bitch, and I've never really had a problem with that. But something about calling my mate a 'stupid cunt' snapped my patience.

I pulled away from her and reached for my brief that was tossed in a corner.

I threw her nightgown at her before she could even ask the questions in her eyes.

"Get out!"

"What?!" She gasped and got to her feet. "Dawson, you can't –"

"It's MASTER to you!" I retorted with a force that made her flinch. "What? Haven't you gotten enough orgasm for the night?"

"But – but you're yet to have yours…"

"That's not your problem. Just get the fuck out of my room. And stay gone for good,"

Her eyes shone in confusion and she dared come closer to me. "You can't be serious about that. Dawson, you and I…"

"MASTER, goddammit!"

"Master," She mumbled with a bow. Her sobs echoed in the room. But I couldn't care less. I just needed her gone.

"Listen carefully because I'm not gonna repeat myself," I stood closer to her and my voice dropped to a whisper. "We're done. Don't ever show your face in front of me. Do you understand? Now get out!"

She scurried out of my room and I banged the door at her exit.

I plumped on my bed, running my hands over my face. Fuck!

Carla Jason was my mate. What are the odds? Why did it have to be her?

She hated my existence and everything I held dear. How do I win her over? How do I convince her that I'm not half the asshole she pictures me as? After walking in on Joyce and me, I'm sure she thinks even worse of me right now.

How do I change that? How do I get my mate to love me? How the fuck do I do that?!

A million thoughts ran through my mind but they started and ended with CARLA JASON.