Wild Things By Alessia Cara Novels & Stories

Donning one of the Louboutin heels that I now owned, I swept my hair into a high ponytail and let some of them free, to frame my face. The little black number draped over my petite, curvy looked feline, and oozed sex appeal. Perfect. Moments later, the Granger that sat untouched in the garage peeled off the lawn as I drove to the first and only club I noticed on my way from town this morning. It seemed somehow spooky that the Cabin stood alone, literally cut off from the rest of the town. I brushed off the eerie feeling I was beginning to get and slowed my car to a stop in front of the club.

“It suits you, Wild Rose.” She shook her head. “It makes me reckless.” “It makes you dangerous.” Their eyes held each other. “Are you what the wolves call an Alpha?” “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t bow to any Alpha, my wolf won’t let me.” The music changed tempo, slower now. Kaelyn didn’t release her. Even after she pulled back, his hand remained at her waist, steady and anchoring. He had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

I felt my body being lifted, then gently placed onto something soft. “Sky… I’m sorry.” After that, I sank into darkness. In my dream, I used force to push someone onto a bed and straddled him. Like a wild animal finally freed from its cage, driven purely by instinct, I attacked the person beneath me. “No… Sky…” Moans and low groans filled the air. Everything felt unbearably hot, intoxicating, addictive. I buried my face against his neck, inhaled his scent, then bit down—marking him as mine.

Not just her words, but the very sound of her fear, the very essence of her resistance. My mouth descended, a predatory shadow, closing over hers. It was a brutal, unforgiving claim, a silencing gesture. There was no tenderness, no warmth, only a cold, hard assertion of power. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, a harsh invasion that stole her breath, stifled her words, and left her gasping. The taste was of salt, from her tears, and something else, something metallic, like fear. It was a raw, primal taste that ignited something deep within the wolf, a dark satisfaction that resonated through my entire being.

She slipped against the leather as she strained towards Nancy. ‘Don’t stop. God, don’t stop,’ she murmured, hardly knowing what it was that she was pleading for. She felt the pleasure pooling, building. Someone had put a tape on. Sound crashed onto her. The throbbing music filled her ears. Trent Reznor singing ‘Head like a Hole’. The light from the bullet beams blinded her. Her senses were running on overload. She smelled cigarette smoke, the tang of leather, Nancy’s perfume, her own arousal — salt and musk. There was nothing, no one in the world, except herself and Nancy.

i replied [Scars to your beautiful- Alessia cara] She just wants to be, beautiful She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits She craves, attention she praises, an image She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain And cut her woes away 'Cause covergirls don't cry After their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful

suddenly Mark put on the brakes which had her falling above me. We were so close. Up this close, I could see her eyes. There were getting darker with each passing minute as I felt the bond, the electric waves that passed through us as we touched. “Master, sorry about that. A wild werewolf seems to running between the road” We heard Mark’s voice in the back seat. Coming back to her senses, Alessia tried to move away. My wolf magnus was howling inside my head being this close to our mate. When Alessia tried to move away, her hairs got tangled in my shirts button. She fell down back in my arms. But this time, her hand landed on a very excited member of my body. Her eyes widened when she realize

It broke my heart a little; it had been so long since I’d last heard it that I almost couldn’t remember. Still, I tried to focus. Remember the howl. Remember Lucy. There, I could almost hear it. I focused on the sound. “Can you hear it?” Landon asked. “Yes,” I said. “Almost.” “Focus hard,” Landon continued. “Let the sound wash over you. Feel it down into your core, so that it becomes you. You are one with that howl, and the wolf that emitted it. You are the wolf, Cara. Feel the call of the wild within you. Allow your senses to open up. Chase that feeling, don’t let it escape.”

She tried squirming but nothing was helping , soon the crows were freed from the cage like leaves which they were seated on, " No .. no !! Cara yelled and tried to get out from the tight grip that was trapping her breath . She didn't want to give up , she tried struggling and wriggling out from the grip but the crows were closer flying to where she was , she looked at them with horror Her heart beating so fast ,Suddenly a loud threatening growl was heard . The humms of the crows died down , Lucas ...Cara called him after she saw his wolf , Ryder .... she called him knowing it was him who was in control. " hang in there ... she heard his voice and wanted to climb the monster tree "

|| RECOMMENDED SONG: Fix You By Cold Play || Viona sat contentedly over the bench that was on pool's side. Breeze whipped through her mind and her wolf whinned lowly inside her. She loved to stay close to nature. It made her feelings wild and a lot more easier for her wolf to have the feelings of being wild easily. The morning sun reflexed on the surface of water. Distant tunes of birds hummed in her ears. A smile played on her lips when her mind was reminded of her mate, Damien.