DAWSONWild chattering and screams came from each angle of the apartment, as more people flooded in. Over half of them were students from our school and the others were random people who knew what a good party was and didn't want to miss out on one. There was a crazy supply of booze and it was consumed at a crazy pace. Bottles were littered at every corner like this was some psycho ward. The stench of bunks and cigarettes added to the frenzy and the loud music peaked the mood. Everyone was on cloud nine, taking up whatever corner was perfect for them and doing their shit. It was a mature-minded party -strictly R-rated– so nothing was too much here or out of place. Every form of kinky shit was welcome. It was the rules of the party– have fun and go wild.The school session resumes officially tomorrow and we will all be swarmed with academic work. Tonight was our only free night until graduation. That was why the guys had organized the party and just as they expected, it pulled half th
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