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"Are you stalking us?" One of Alpha Dawson's minions asked. Liam, yeah. That was his name.I had to do a little digging and finally learned their names. It was dumb to not be able to identify the three guys who took pleasure in making my life a living hell. "St — stalking you? No, I'm not." My trembling hand could barely hold on to the note. "Please, can I take your orders?""You work here?" The other one laughed. Nick. Yeah, the tallest of them. Only a bit shorter than Alpha Dawson."Who is she?" The brunette asked, assessing me with a very disrespectful, condescending gaze. Why was she here alone? Wasn't she supposed to be Alpha Dawson's girl? Why wasn't he with him?'What do you care?' My subconscious chided me. Right. I shouldn't care. It shouldn't be any of my business if she was alone or with Alpha Dawson. But it was hard to deny that I was affected by their closeness. Like I had rights or logical reasons to be."Her name's Carla…" Liam said, resting his chin on his elbo

CARLAGoing through my notes, muttering in some words in Smith's monologue, and with the background noises in the class, it felt pretty normal. Like another school day."I still find it kinda weird about the concept of a fated mate. I doubt the moon goddess is in the best place to make that choice for us…"Smith rattled on about the ideology of chosen and fated mates, as he flipped through the textbooks about the origin of mates and its significance.He'd spent the last few minutes trying to alter every single thing written in the book. And I'd never seen him so disturbed and obsessed over something like he was with this. "She doesn't know our hearts like we do. What makes her think she knows what we want?"I sighed, taking a break from what I was scribbling in my notebook. "I think she is in the best position to choose for us. We're her descendants and she's all-knowing. She's the perfect person to do the pairing. We'd just get swayed by looks and emotions if it was left for us to c

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

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