All Chapters of 118 Days To Seduce My Omega Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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.

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

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

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