001: A PSYCHO STALKER WHORE

♡☆CANDACE♡☆

I turned eighteen today.

Finally legal. And fuckable.

My best friend of eight years turned out to be my mate. Damien Knoxville. Agonizingly handsome with that impressive height, built like wet dreams on legs. Every girl in the Pack eye-fucked him raw. I wasn't excluded. Even though I was his very clumsy, and dumb Omega best friend.

Damien was a playboy to the core. Just like his father, Alpha Luca Knoxville. The man I worked for. The ruthless Alpha of Duskmoon Pack.

Tonight was supposed to be the official start of my wild fantasy, with Damien. Finally, his hands would replace mine, touching and teasing every wet and neglected spot in me his eyes had always ignored.

But Damien had a girlfriend. Cathy Baldwin. My step-sister. Renounced Pack slut. His attitude towards me became sour the minute they became a thing.

I envied her.

Not just because I'd walked in on her twice, those skinny legs spread, riding my dream cock like a frantic horsie with her oversized boobs bouncing violently like they were trying to escape her chest. Her bleached-blonde hair tumbling over with Damien's hands cupping her bouncing tits possessively.

Also, not just because I'd heard her slutty moans countless times in the hallway through his bedroom door as he fucked her hard, to ecstasy.

But because Damien looked at her like his dirty little thing. His personal whore.

The only way I wished my best friend would ever look at me.

But he didn't.

Never did.

Not ever. Not even now that his bitch of a girlfriend stole my diary and somehow managed to bring it out here tonight, around the bonfire where Damien and his inner circle gathered during the full moon Pack celebration.

"My eighteenth birthday goal, get fucked by Alpha Damien!"

The heavily wasted girl read a page of my diary out loud with scorn heavy in her tone.

Everyone laughed, taunting Damien.

"That's...th... that's my diary. My personal..." I croaked, trying to defend my lifelong secrets and cravings.

Cathy slapped me across my face. Hard enough to knock me off balance, the rest of the words fading inside me. The strong metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, my head slamming against the spiky tips of the soft grass in a fatal fall.

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth.

I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws.

"Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..."

Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained.

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega.

Horny and ignored.

Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies.

Now he knew.

Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship.

"Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

With no words to salvage the mortifying situation, Damien stayed silent, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Hold up," her brows furrowed, something she saw wiped the smirk off her sleekly painted face as realization hit her right in the face, "Damien's your mate?"

Where did all that smugness go?

"Babe, explain this, Candace is your mate?"

"This mutt? What? Fuck no." Damien sprang to his feet, his dark eyes glimmering in guilt as they bounced off the entire field but failed to catch mine.

"Well, her diary says otherwise. Day 1,045 says you are her fated mate." For a second, fear flashed in her eyes but she quickly blinked it off.

"Was, okay? She was my mate because I'm about to reject her ugly ass."

All the years we'd been friends, I'd never seen him look this nervous.

"Do it, Attaboy do it!"

The crowd chanted, do it, do it, do it.

My muscles became tight as Damien moved towards me, his dark eyes and clenched jaws made my stomach lurch.

I didn't want to think he felt guilty witnessing my humiliation.

"I, Damien Knoxville, heir of the Duskmoon Pack rejects you, Candace Baldwin as my mate and future Luna."

My heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. With shaky fingers, I grasped my chest in an attempt to ease the tightness as the gnawing ache from our bond snapping made my breathing ragged.

"I... I accept your rejection." The words tumbled out a little too broken, a little too hopeless.

Forcing myself off the dirt ground, I ran. As fast as my weak feet could go. As fast as the pain that burst through me permitted. I didn't stop until I reached the main building of Alpha Luca's mansion.

Fighting back the tears in my eyes, I cleaned up and changed out of the soiled dress into a clean floral one. With my hair swept into a neat bun, I fixed my blotchy eyes and blew at my nose before hurriedly leaving to fix the Alpha's whiskey.

I had worked as Alpha Luca's personal errand girl for six months now. Making his drinks and organizing his files, and counting the nameless sluts he took to his "Playroom", the secret room I was forbidden to enter.

I spent more time with my best friend's Dad than anyone else in the entire Pack since Damien ditched and snubbed eight months ago after dating Cathy. And also, being the Alpha's errand girl demanded I stuck to his side around the clock.

So when that rejection came, I knew I just had to go to him. To console myself.

Luca Knoxville, the man who slaughtered with his claws, commanded an army of wolves, my cold, frustratingly grumpy boss with a cock the size of my forearm.

The security guards let me through as I fearlessly opened that forbidden door to his "Playroom" for the first time tonight, boldly stepping in over the excuse of serving the Alpha whiskey as commanded.

My steps faltered at the erotic scene before me. Instantly I ducked behind a giant vase, lucky to be unnoticed by the sinful pair.

The red room stenched of sandalwood mixed with cigars, scented candles, and pussy.

Alpha Lucas sat on the leather couch with his pants down, a skinny blonde knelt naked between his legs, her mouth stuffed full of him.

Goddess knew how long I'd been standing there with the daze in my eyes watching this blondie gag on Alpha Luca's veined, obscenely fat cock. The seams of her lips stretched to the breaking point. Spit dripped down her chin at every bob her head made, producing the ugliest, wettest sounds I'd ever heard.

Fuck. I was getting turned on. My body was reacting to his cock in a way I couldn't control.

I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the heat building in my core as I watched his tattooed arm, that large palm, smacking her ass. Her cheeks rippled.

Tonight, he looked nothing like the ruthless Alpha who bossed me around all day, not with that guttural groan. Not with his newest slut finally lifting her head off his shaft to expose the actual size of him. My fingers worked fast to adjust my glasses.

Goddess!

So damn big.

I'd never seen a naked man before but I doubt if any was this big, thick, and veiny. My tiny palm couldn't completely wrap around that shaft even if I tried.

My pussy fluttered alarmingly, clenching desperately around nothing.

Damn it, being a virgin was so damn frustrating.

My quivering fingers crept up my chest, careful not to be heard. Not to disturb the most exciting, free porny entertainment before me.

It could cost me my neck if I'm caught. But I'd rather die knowing I felt this good than to keep living my sob life.

My nipples were already hardened against my dress. Above the thin fabric, I pinched hard. Rolled gently. My mouth fell open in a silent sigh. Grinding my throbbing clit against nothing, chasing any friction, any relief.

Anything to make me feel better enough to sneak back out of this sinful sanctuary.

That's when Alpha Luca's dark head snapped up. His squinted eyes shot my way to seek and snag mine through the vase's petals.

He saw me.

"Holy fuck!" He muttered.

Gently shoving aside the blondie, his flushed cock bobbed free, standing tall past his deep belly button. Still wet and glistening from saliva and pre-cum

And I didn't look away.

Neither did he.