Dawn X Scott Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen I woke up to the sunshine steaming through the window. I let out a yawn and stretched my tired body out. My arms still ached from all the work from yesterday. I jumped out of the bed and quickly washed then got dressed. I could not afford upset the alpha anymore. I knew full well that if I wasn't up and making breakfast for the pack, then I would be beaten again. I prepared pancakes and helped the other omegas to set up the dining hall. It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed.

"I uh- I think Julian should take this one." Julian lifted his head in surprise, but made no comment on her efforts. He nodded in her direction, as if to thank her, and then he cleared his throat to speak. "Right, well… As I stated, I've been around the coven and I can confirm that Demitri has become a day walker since- oh, you know." "Yeah, I second this. It wasn't just the edge of the night when he threatened me earlier, this was broad daylight." Harley agreed.

“How do you plan on doing that?” Dawn sips the coffee and stands up to walk towards the small aquarium, her movements graceful but deliberate. After staring at the fishes which are caged like Spring soon will be, She crosses the room to the large windows, staring out over the gardens. The scent of Roses and seasonal flowers floats in the air, but all she can think about is the stench of revenge. “She’s an addict, and addicts are predictable. She’s hiding her addiction and substance abuse from her colleagues, but it’s only a matter of time before she slips. I’ll make sure that time comes sooner rather than later.”

What did you find out Dawn? Dawn sighed as she kept her hand over her head and said, "well we are dealing with something weird, what Aaron is dealing with is not corruption, it’s possession.”

Julianna POV Dawn came too soon, gray and heavy, like the sky knew what was waiting for us. I hadn’t slept more than an hour. Every time I closed my eyes, the vision returned: Scott’s body on cold stone, blood pooling under him, his chest still. No breath. No heartbeat. Just me standing there, useless, hands shaking with the knowledge that I’d caused it somehow.

SCOTT I woke up to Dawn sucking my cock, already half hard. As soon as she realized I was awake, she mounted me, riding me hard. Not as hard as I wanted given she woke me up, so I flipped her off me and plunged into her from behind, driving forcefully into her liquid heat. "Fuck!" She groaned as I plumbed her depths, "I love it when you manhandle me that way. Women just don't do that." I slammed into her again. "Like this?" Again, harder. She moaned. "Like this?" Battering her pussy with my pelvic bone. "Wake me up this fucking early, will you?"

Tyler is no other than both but yeah good looks can do charms and one more perk of being singers and musicians women are easily available. Sierra. Fuck. I have to stop thinking about her, and everything I think about is somehow tied to her. There’s nothing I can say, do, or even think that doesn’t trigger some sort of connection to the girl I chased for too many years. I need to get drunk. And I need a distraction a female distraction. Someone who doesn’t look the least little bit like the girl who refuses to leave my dreams. I need to stop thinking about her and yeah it's been a while getting laid. I need to find someone before the night is over. I need to stop thinking about her and focus

Dawn said pointedly. Finally, a few minutes passed, and they were home. The car stopped, and Dawn lost no time getting out, grabbing her bag, and heading inside. Upon entering, her anger propelled her up the stairs where she stepped on and found a dark brown bottle with a black top. Dawn reacted swiftly, picking up the object and reading the label, "Serum X". She was puzzled, prompting her to open the container and cautiously smell the contents; it had a faint, pungent aroma. A familiar smell puzzled Dawn, but before she could figure it out, her parents walked in through the opened front door. To avoid her father, Dawn hid the bottle and went upstairs, locking her bedroom door. She set the

Kate Inside the house had gone quiet again for a place where death had just been announced. Dawn sat on the couch with her knees crossed, a silk robe tied loosely around her waist, pretending to be fragile. Her fingers trembled, but I wasn’t fooled. The tremble was too controlled and too convenient. Her eyes stayed dry. Dawn paced across the living room like someone who had just been released from a cage, humming under her breath, shoulders loose in a way that made my stomach twist.

She could hop and climb the stairs without wobbling, seemingly accustomed to having legs. After a hearty breakfast, Aqua carefully crept over to Dawn. The dark-haired man was hunched over the newspapers, but he hadn’t turned that page in ten minutes. Aqua knew that Dawn wasn’t truly concentrating on the paper. She’d seen how fast he read newspapers alone. Something was distracting him. “Don?” she called out cautiously, approaching from the side rather than the back.