Wild Things By Alessia Cara Novels & Stories

the women whisper. Alessia walks to the bathroom and rinses her face with cool water. Her cheeks feel hot like she's burning up and if she didn't know why, she'd think she was running a fever. When she was finished, she jumped on her bed, taking up her phone. Gosh, she couldn't wait to tell Zia about this news. Everyone will be happy maybe Jordan will throw a tantrum like a child but it's okay they all want her happy and she is happy with Damon.

The stone rolled and fell from the mountain. She opened her eyes suddenly as she could not hear the sound of the stone hitting the ground. She sighed and tried to see through the hill but it was covered with a thick fog so she could not see the end of the hill. She soon got to the end of road. She lost her balance as only a few part of her leg was standing on the ground. She stumbled and almost fell but got hold of a rock with her hands. She grunted and screamed. The wolves moved closer and bursted into laughter. One of the five made an attempt to step on her hand so that she would fall but failed when he received a hard blow to his face. Cara did not notice her saviour as he fought the five

It was the kind of sound beasts made when the night itself turned against them. Silas stepped back into the cave, his face tight, his movements clipped. The fractured ones stirred, sensing the shift in the air. Ava felt it too—the prickle along her skin, the sudden awareness that the dark beyond the fire was no longer just emptiness. It was watching. “What is it?” Mara asked, her spear already in hand. “The Wilds,” Silas said, voice cold. “They’ve caught our scent.” The fractured ones shivered. Some pressed closer to the fire. Others stole quick, frightened looks at Ava, as if asking if her gentleness could hold back what prowled outside. Ava swallowed her fear and forced her voice to steady

There was no doubt, it would be torn apart by the claws of savage beasts. But Cara was different. In this boundless forest, she moved with the lightness of a wildcat, her body agile and attuned to the rugged terrain. Thorny branches couldn’t stop her, because she was a child raised by the wilderness. She belonged to the wild, and she had long since become one with its untamed mysteries. A gentle breeze swept through, carrying a scent that was unfamiliar, not the damp earth or the decaying leaves of Gloomwood. It was something else… masculine, strong, with hints of wood and pine resin. A scent completely different, yet strangely intoxicating.

The sheer number of wolves involved sent chills down his spine. Talia’s strength and energy exploded from her as she raced into the woods. She hadn’t been able to run for a couple of weeks. Luca had been too busy, and everyone didn’t think she should go alone. She missed being able to take off whenever she wanted, and it felt invigorating. The air pumping into her lungs was fresh. Her fur tingled under a slight breeze. Running as fast as her legs could move, the forest blurred past her. She didn’t slow down until she reached a sparkling stream. It looked inviting, so she stopped to take a drink. Moss covered the banks of the stream, along with delicate stemmed pink flowers. The water swirled

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

The soiled sheet was the only indication that she was a virgin. “Yes master, yes master!” Cara kept on chanting throughout the hot sex. I know that she was loud, and no matter our location, her screams must have reached to my pack, but I didn’t care, infant I had that satisfaction to let those mad, lust driven male wolf's know who finally got the girl, it was me, their Alpha. I could feel myself reaching my Climax, it's been over thirty minutes, and I would have loved going but just the site of Cara bent downward with her bubble ass up in the air, made me lose, it, with a mighty groan, I pushed deeper, than I had ever gone as I came like I have ever done before, at the same time, Cara let ou

I already know I'm faster, more powerful than her, and a chase is only fun if there's a challenge. She darts out of my sight, bleeding into the darkness, but I have her scent, and that leads me dead ahead through the wilderness. My feet punch the ground with speed, wind blowing through my hair, adrenaline spiking. It's only when I hear a cry that my heart slams into the back of my throat. The sound comes from the direction I'm headed. I leap forward quicker than before, thundering like a bullet until I finally come across Cara forced face-first against a tree. Some fucker has her pinned in place while he tugs down on her pants.

While closing the windows, I feel like someone is watching me from the woods but as I use my smell I didn't sense any presence of a werewolf or any human. Casabella isn't a blended place like Casablanca where there are humans living to some part. I went back to my room and call Carline. I can here her music. It is Crazy Girl by Eli Young Band and I love that song. I can't stop myself to utter the title which makes my friend so confused and thinking that I'm cursing her. "Crazy Girl..." "What? Me? Are you seriously slapping with those words, Wynzlette?..." Carline feels like she's crying and even fake her hiccups.

I need to find her fast. The smell leads me to a clearing, a small feminine body crawled in the middle. “Wilda!” I shout. No answer. Her heartbeat, though erratic is there. I run to her and kneel beside her. She lays on her side with her hand twisted at a weird angle beneath her. I shake her. “Wilda,” I whisper. Still, she does not stir. She only twitches in her sleep. Her eyes are closed tight and her forehead is creased by a frown. She must be dreaming… probably having a nightmare. Who falls asleep in the middle of the woods at this time of the night?