118 Days To Seduce My Omega Mate

DAWSON

"Oh, shit!" Joyce yelled through clenched teeth as I took her through another squirting orgasm.

Her legs were locked around my neck and her hips were suspended in the air. Her back was on my bed, and I was standing and shoving into her pussy.

She looked drained. She had all the right to be. Two hours of hardcore fuck, with endless squirts, would drain any she-wolf.

Too bad we were far from being done.

"Take me!" I ordered, running a hand through my sleek, dark locks.

She got on her knees and took my hard cock into her slutty mouth. Her hands trembled around my shaft, but somehow, she was still doing a perfect job.

"Fuck, that feels good," I shut my eyes to the pleasure, relishing every bit of it. But it didn't ease my frustration. Nothing could.

Tonight was supposed to be the best night of my life. I turned twenty today, and as the laws demanded, I got crowned as the Alpha of my pack. Father had decided he was ready to let go of the reins, and I had to step into his big shoes, even though I wasn't fucking ready for that.

Our Pack, -Red Moon Pack- was the strongest and wealthiest pack in the region. Not trying to be cocky, but the stats speak for themselves. My Father was a great leader, and that makes me anxious. I'm fucking scared of not meeting up the expectations.

But no matter how strong and indomitable I might grow, I will never be complete. Not without my wolf, my Beta, and most importantly, a Luna.

My parents, my buddies, the elders, the people – everyone told me I was gonna meet them today. And boy, was I ecstatic! But the ceremony ended a while ago and I didn't meet her. I did meet my Beta though, and my wolf.

It was the first time I morphed into my wolf form, and he was the most gigantic grey beast ever. His eyes were blazing red and his furs were magnificent. I got the greatest ovation ever, but my bones still hurt from it.

Rick Taylor was my Beta; the finest blond in the pack and a bit of an introvert. He was the same age as I was, but we never really hung out. I never thought he'd be the chosen one. My bet has always been on one of my buddies. But Rick is a nice guy, and I'm positive we'll get along pretty nicely.

But the sad reality that I didn't get to meet my mate knocked the excitement out of me. I felt broody, too broody for someone who was getting his coronation ceremony.

I had to excuse myself from the jamboree and take out a bit of my frustration on something, or do I say, 'someone.'

"You like it?" Joyce asked in between slurps. She had a slutty grin as she sucked me harder.

"Fuck, yes," I moved my hips slowly, fucking her mouth. She took in my shaft with bold sucks. It was the sweetest shit. For a second, my frustration slipped away.

Joyce has been my fuck-buddy for over a year now. She was an Omega, but the skankiest there will ever be. And she had a striking resemblance to my nemesis. That's why she took my fancy from the first time I saw her. And I've never regretted fucking her sweet pussy. Except, this would be the last time.

I'm an Alpha now. There are standards I had to meet and lifestyles I had to let go of. Being a Casanova was one of those lifestyles. It wasn't a good look on me anymore, and I was becoming more sensitive about my reputation.

It was fun while we lasted, but this is as far as we can come. So this is 'one last time' and I better make it memorable.

"Come here," I pulled her up and she had that coy smile on her face. The kind of smile that makes me wanna fuck her hard and fast.

I bent her over the edge of my bed, grabbed her hips, and pushed my cock into her pussy.

"Ride me," I ordered. And she did. She moved her bouncy ass over my cock, riding me closer to ecstasy.

I was lost in the moment that I didn't hear the thud from the door. Not until the crashing sound came and I was forced to open my eyes.

No bloody way!

"So – sorry, I should have knocked," She said with a tremble. She stared horribly at the broken plates that had my dinner in them.

"Ca - Carla?" I stuttered miserably. No way. No fucking way. She can't be here. Not now. Not like this!

"Master," She bowed but didn't leave.

She needed my permission to be able to leave but I couldn't give it. I was too frozen to utter any coherent words right now. No fucking way this was happening to me.

"Get the fuck out, Carla!" Joyca barked at her.

Carla. Carla Jason. The girl that haunted my dreams for three years now. The only girl who lived rent-free in my head. The only Omega who could get me on my knees without moving a muscle. She was my nemesis and my undoing. And the fact she hated me so much and blamed me for what happened between us three years ago had me in knots.

Her auburn hair was just the same as Joyce's. That's what got me attracted to Joyce – her resemblance with Carla.

But right now, Joyce didn't seem so appealing anymore. Not when Carla was standing right there, staring at me with loathful eyes.

I felt the sudden movement from my wolf and I checked in on him.

'What's wrong, Axel?' I mind-linked him, but my gaze never faltered from Carla.

'Mate!' He screamed in the back of my mind.

'What?!' And then I felt it, the force pulling me to her. A greater pull than my insane obsession with her. And at that moment, I knew I was a goner.

"Leave," I said, but it was the weakest order in history. My voice broke at its edges. I felt my strength leaving me, and a little something dying inside of me when she turned around and fled out of my room.

There goes my chance of ever being in the good books of Carla Jason! Could this night get any worse? I doubt it.

"Stupid cunt," Joyce hissed.

She's always been a mean bitch, and I've never really had a problem with that. But something about calling my mate a 'stupid cunt' snapped my patience.

I pulled away from her and reached for my brief that was tossed in a corner.

I threw her nightgown at her before she could even ask the questions in her eyes.

"Get out!"

"What?!" She gasped and got to her feet. "Dawson, you can't –"

"It's MASTER to you!" I retorted with a force that made her flinch. "What? Haven't you gotten enough orgasm for the night?"

"But – but you're yet to have yours..."

"That's not your problem. Just get the fuck out of my room. And stay gone for good,"

Her eyes shone in confusion and she dared come closer to me. "You can't be serious about that. Dawson, you and I..."

"MASTER, goddammit!"

"Master," She mumbled with a bow. Her sobs echoed in the room.

But I couldn't care less. I just needed her gone.

"Listen carefully because I'm not gonna repeat myself," I stood closer to her and my voice dropped to a whisper. "We're done. Don't ever show your face in front of me. Do you understand? Now get out!"

She scurried out of my room and I banged the door at her exit.

I plumped on my bed, running my hands over my face. Fuck!

Carla Jason was my mate. What are the odds? Why did it have to be her?

She hated my existence and everything I held dear. How do I win her over? How do I convince her that I'm not half the asshole she pictures me as? After walking in on Joyce and me, I'm sure she thinks even worse of me right now.

How do I change that? How do I get my mate to love me? How the fuck do I do that?!

A million thoughts ran through my mind but they started and ended with CARLA JASON.

FEW HOURS BEFORE THE PARTY

CARLA

"I don't think I can take it anymore, Smith. How the hell am I supposed to keep dealing with this? It's getting tiring," I sighed, pushing back my auburn hair behind my ears as the wind blew through it.

"What's this about?" Smith asked, glancing at me with his keen eyes. "That jerk?"

I knew he was referring to Alpha Dawson, so I nodded, letting out another deep sigh.

"C'mon, it can't be that bad," Smith chuckled, nudging me playfully. But I couldn't even smile. I was too sad to put up a smile right now.

"It's getting worse. I feel like he's haunting me now, making sure I never get away from his haughty gaze. I see him everywhere - at home, at the packhouse, even in school. He enrolled in all the courses I offer, just to suck the life out of me. I can't do a thing without seeing his shadows lurking around me. It's fucking scary."

"Take it easy, Carl, alright?" Smith said and grabbed my hand. "Come sit here for a minute." He led me to a bench on the side of the street, settling me on it. He joined me, with a confused look on his face.

"If he's always around you but not bothering you, then why are you so worked up about it? I don't get it," Smith asked.

"He sends his minions to bother me. Ever since that night, his minions haven't allowed me to have a peaceful day. They bully me for my looks–"

"I don't see anything wrong with your looks," Smith cut in. "You're pretty, smart and you've got the most enchanting smiles. Any guy would be smitten by a single glance at you."

I blushed slightly at his sweet words. "You're just saying that because I'm your friend."

"Right. And there's a reason you became my friend. I don't just go in and rescue every damsel in distress, but I didn't think twice before jumping in and defending you the day we first met. Why do you think I did that?"

I chuckled, as I recalled the day he was referring to. It was the first day I met Smith.

It was in my freshman year and the school had thrown a party for all the students. I didn't want to go, but Luna Giselle insisted that I attend the party.

She might be Dawson's mother, but she was the most amazing woman I've ever met, and she had always treated me nicely. Unlike her jerk of a son. So yeah, I obeyed her and attended.

Going there had been a mistake but I realized that a little too late. His minions caught me and led me to the back of the building.

They dragged me to the poolside and were on the verge of throwing me into the pool. They knew I couldn't swim, everyone knew that. So they wanted to drown me.

I let out crazy, piercing screams. Luckily enough, Smith came to my rescue. He fought them off and stayed with me throughout the party.

Ever since then, he's been my only friend and has played my knight in shiny armor a million times. I was a miserable Omega and he was an Alpha, yet he stooped to my level and made me feel loved. I owe him everything.

"So you're saying you saved me because I'm pretty?" I asked, glancing at him.

"I'm saying I saved you 'cause you're the kind of girl any guy would wanna save. And it's not just the pretty face, it's your aura. It's everything about you, Carl, believe me."

His words were soothing and for a few seconds, I was silent.

"Listen, Carl. If you want, I'm gonna bash his head in for you. I mean it. Just say the words, and I'm gonna deal with that jerk,"

"I would have loved that but you can't get into a fight with Dawson. You're an Alpha from a different Pack. Having a beef with him might lead to war between our Packs. I don't want that to happen,"

Smith Derell was the Alpha of Moonlight Pack, the neighboring Pack. We have a good relationship with them, and I don't want to destroy that. I might as well figure out my problems on my own.

"It's fine. I'm not gonna touch him. But why don't you wanna tell Luna about what happened between you two that night? This whole madness started that night, right?"

"Right," I nodded sullenly, recalling that awful night. The night Alpha Dawson became a dread to me and my nightmare.

He had gone out with his minions and he got very drunk. The nightclub informed the Luna about him and she sent me to pick him up.

I was in heat that night, and I sure as hell didn't want to leave the house. But then again, I was also Alpha Dawson's personal servant and I was bound to do everything for him.

So I went over with the Pack's chauffeur and brought him home. We dragged him to his bedroom and the chauffeur left, but Dawson pulled me back.

I'm pretty sure he smelled the scent of my heat and tried to force me to stay with him. He pinned me on the bed, forcing his lips on mine. Alpha Dawson stole my first kiss – something I'd reserved for my mate when I'd finally meet him.

Alpha Dawson took it and would have done more if I hadn't screamed. The next morning, he summoned me to his room but never brought up the incident. He had no memories of it, so he never apologized for treating me like a whore.

Three years have gone since that night happened but the memories were evergreen in my head. It made me cry most nights and made me feel ashamed.

"I can't tell the Luna about it," I mumbled, as a tear dropped from my eyes. "I'm too ashamed to admit it to anybody. Alpha Dawson doesn't remember that night either, so it would seem like I'm lying if I told the Luna. I'd rather remain quiet about it."

Smith nodded, watching me as I cleaned my tears. Just then, my alarm beeped noisily.

"Oh My God, I almost forgot," I said in a rush, jerking to my feet.

Smith pulled me back, "What is it?"

"Alpha Dawson turned twenty today and we'll be organizing the Alpha coronation tonight. I need to return to the Packhouse."

"Alright, dear. Take care." Smith waved at me as I ran off, heading back to the Packhouse.

The place was buzzing with activities when I arrived. Everyone seemed to be on their heels, trying to fix everything to make tonight perfect.

I bumped into one of the Omegas and we both hit the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Mia." I groaned, standing to my feet and helping her up.

"Carla, where the hell have you been?" She inquired heatedly.

"Why? Did something happen?" I asked anxiously, hoping I wasn't in big trouble already.

"Luna Giselle has been searching everywhere for you. I think it's important."

"Oh dear, goddess. Where is she?"

"In her quarters. You should hurry."

"Thanks, Mia!" I raced to the Luna's quarters and slowed as I got to her door. I gave a soft knock and I heard her voice from inside, asking me to come inside.

I heard a few other voices and I figured she wasn't alone. Turning the doorknob, I walked inside, and like I guessed, there were a few Omegas inside, attending to her.

Some were helping with her make-up and the others were sorting out her pieces of jewelry.

"Carla, dear. Where have you been?" She asked in her usual, sweet tone.

"I'm so sorry, Luna. I stepped out for a bit. But I'm here now."

"Good. Now head over to Dawson. I think he needs all the help he can get to prepare for tonight."

Her words struck me like a thunderbolt and I began trembling slightly. I didn't want to go to his room. I don't want to see him. But how do I tell her that?

"What about the kitchen activities, Luna? I should help out with that. I suggested, hoping she would agree and I wouldn't have to be subjected to the torture of babysitting her monster of a son.

"We have enough people doing that, Carla. Now, go, please. We can't keep Dawson waiting. I'm sure he needs you."

"Yes, Luna. I'll do as you say." I bowed and left her room.

I couldn't bring myself to head to Dawson's room, so I ran to the kitchen instead. It was the first time I was disobeying the Luna and I was ready for the punishment. I'm sure it would be better torture than hanging around Dawson's intimidating physique.

His ripped body makes me feel like a speck of dust and his haunt, grey eyes send chills down my spine. I didn't want to feel any of that tonight so I was determined to stay away from him.

The party began at midnight and lasted for three hours. It had so much frenzy and the noise echoed beyond our Packs.

Alpha Dawson had his first shift and his howls were terrifying. Hiding out in the kitchen, I still heard it and it was blood-curdling. It increased the fear I felt for him.

Finally, the party ended and I was free to leave. I snuck out through the back door, heading to the main gate.

"Carla?!"

I froze. When I turned around, the Luna was hurrying to where I stood. She held a tray in her hands.

"Are you leaving already?" She asked.

"Yes, Luna. I need to go get some rest," I replied with a bow, silently praying she didn't notice my absence from the party.

"You weren't at the party." She pinpointed, but she didn't sound upset. "It doesn't matter. Take this to Dawson, I'm sure you would also love to congratulate him for becoming Alpha."

I took the tray without any protest and headed to Alpha Dawson's room. There was no way I could escape it anymore, so I better see him and get over it.

The door was slightly open so I pushed it wider with my leg and entered. Lost in thought, I hadn't heard the noises until I was halfway in.

Dropping the tray was stupid of me and when he finally excused me, I ran nonstop back home.

My parents weren't home when I got into the house, so I headed to my room, locking the door behind me.

I buried myself under the duvet, shutting my eyes and replaying what I had just witnessed in my head.

Alpha Dawson's cock was long and hard, and he was slamming into Joyce's pussy hole. Everyone knew what a skank she was, and how much she fawned around Alpha Dawson. It wasn't so much a surprise to see them like that.

But why the hell was I flustered by what I saw? Why was I replaying the image of his cock in my head, and why was it getting me wet between my legs?

For a brief second, I imagined it was my pussy getting railed by his huge cock. The lewd thought caused my pussy to twitch, releasing more wetness in my panties.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Maybe I should step out for some fresh air, and a few drinks. Maybe it'll help me forget what I saw earlier.

With that thought, I grabbed my bag and headed out of the house.

DAWSON

The rapt knock on my door distracted me for a moment and I took a break from folding up my shirts and neatly stacking them inside my suitcase.

Deciding to ignore whoever was knocking, I resumed folding up my shirts. But the knock came again, harder this time.

Whoever was standing outside that door sure was annoyingly persistent. Wasn't it fucking obvious that I didn't wanna talk to anyone?

I wasn't in the best mood right now and I sure as hell didn't have the patience to entertain anyone. Whoever is knocking at the door should just get the fuck out, please!

The knock grew louder and it got me fucking pissed off. With a hiss, I headed for the door, ready to blast whoever it was that didn't understand the concept of 'privacy' and 'not wanting to be disturbed'.

I threw the door open and was a bit surprised to see Father, standing impatiently in the hallway.

"Father." I bowed quickly, stepping back and gesturing at him to come in. He did, but he had an obvious frown on his face.

"You don't want to talk to your Father too?" He asked, stopping in the middle of my room and scowling at me.

I knew he was referring to how I shut everyone out and had preferred to stay indoors since the Coronation night. How they barely saw me except on a few dinner nights. How scarce and distant I have become since that night.

Yeah, my actions were wrong, but I just didn't have enough energy for anyone else. Carla took them all the second she ran out of my room with that terrified look on her face.

It got me weak to the bones, and drained me of all my strength. It got me fucking cranky too. That's why I chose to keep my distance. To avoid venting my agony on the wrong person.

"I'm sorry, Father. I– I just didn't know it was you out there." I replied, bowing again. It was all I could say.

"Hmm." He sighed, taking a look around. His gaze fell on my suitcase and my clothes sprawled on the bed. "I see you're already getting ready to leave."

"Yes, Father. I don't see why I should stay back any longer. Lectures start in a few days. I need to be back to school before that."

"That's fine. It shows how much of a serious student you've decided to become. Remember that it's your final year in school. Your last dance. I hope this time around, you won't engage in crazy shenanigans with those gangsters of friends you got."

"Father, my friends are not gangsters. They might be a little crazy –"

"A little?" He scoffed. "Son, you and your friends set a whole building on fire last season. Your school called me and almost arrested you guys for arson. If I hadn't stepped in and saved your asses, you would be locked up in prison right now..."

"Not this again, Father..." I groaned, hating the route this conversation just took.

"I'm not done talking," Father snapped, and I went silent. "You and your friends have also stolen from the Pack's treasure house."

"It was a dare, Father. A game. And we returned every bit of what we stole."

"Yeah, except my golden vase. Your stupid friends broke it."

"They offered to pay for it but you wouldn't let them."

"Son, that vase was priceless. No amount of money would have been enough to replace it."

"Father, where's this talk leading us?" I asked irritatedly. Listening to him badmouth my buddies and I was the last thing I needed right now. I just need him to get to the point so we can end this.

"It'll be great if you realize that your friends are a bad influence. And you are the worst because you are their leader. They follow your orders."

"That's not true." I objected quickly, feeling very angry at his words. "I might be their leader, but that doesn't mean that I ask them to do the shit they do. And I'll say this for the millionth time, I don't always do those crazy stuff with them. I don't!"

I hate that I always have to argue my innocence. With Carla, with Father, and with Mother. Especially with Carla.

She thinks that I'm always the one behind the bullying she faces at the hands of my buddies. Father also thinks that I'm the one leading them into doing the messy stuff they do. And there was no way to convince them otherwise.

I've realized that the biggest disadvantage of keeping close buddies is the fact that you get to share the blame for their actions. And no matter how much you claim to be innocent, no one's gonna believe you. And sooner or later, their behaviors rub off on you and you find yourself acting like them. Much against your better judgment. That's what happened with me and my buddies.

Michael Wyatt, Nick Peters, and Liam Ross have been my buddies since grade school. We all grew up together and yeah, we've done crazy shit but that's all part of being buddies. It kept us together. And I'm never ditching them. I just needed to find a way to get them to leave Carla alone. That's my biggest worry right now.

"Son," Father called, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I just need you to remember that you are an Alpha now. You need to have a good reputation. For yourself and the Pack." He spoke in a serious note.

"I plan on." For Carla. I need to prove to her that I'm not that much of a jerk. And that I could change.

"I pray you find your mate soon. I'm sorry it didn't happen on your coronation day. We all thought it would happen. I'm sorry we got your hopes up for nothing." Father sighed dolefully.

My expression fell and I strutted to the other side of my bed, refusing to look at him. I hadn't told him that Carla was my mate. I haven't told anyone. I just wanted to keep it a secret for now, until I figure it out.

"I'm sure I'll find her someday," I replied, still not looking at him. He might figure out the change in my expression and notice that I was keeping something from him. I didn't want that.

"You will."

"Thank you, Father." I turned and gave him a quick hug.

"Keep in touch, alright? And stay out of trouble."

"I will, Father."

"Finish up. I'll walk you to the car." He offered.

I folded up the remaining shirts and zipped up my suitcase. He walked to the door and I followed behind him, firmly holding my suitcase.

We went into the hallway and I recalled that I had left one of the books I had bought for the new school session.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Father, but I need to go grab something from my room." I was skimming through it last night to keep myself distracted. I must have dropped it somewhere.

"It's alright. I'll take your suitcase downstairs. Don't take too long, alright?"

"Thanks, Father. And I won't take long. Promise." I said and gave him my suitcase as I hurried back to my room.

The book was lying on my nightstand and I quickly grabbed it. But then a banging sound at my door followed, startling me.

I turned to see who it was. Anger clouded my insides, charging every bloody nerve in me at the sight of Joyce. What the fuck was she doing in here?!

"Dawson." She called softly, giving me a sultry, puppy look. A few tears lingered in her eyes but I knew it was all part of her trick to look pathetic and manipulate me into feeling sorry for her.

"When I said you should never show your face in front of me again, I fucking meant it," I said glacially, giving her a cold look.

She broke into a forceful sob, and at the same time, she ran into my arms, hugging me tightly.

"Please, Dawson. I'm sorry for whatever I did, but don't hate me. I miss you. I miss us."

Us? Fuck you, bitch. There was never an us!

"Get off me!" I grabbed her shoulder, pushing her away from me. She landed roughly on the floor but quickly picked herself up.

Out of the blue, she yanked off her dress, throwing it on my bed. And fuck, she was naked! No panties. No bra. Butt-naked.

I swear my cock hardened instantly. She sure knew the game of seduction by heart, because how the fuck can she get me turned on so fucking easily?

"Choke me with your cock, Dawson. That's better than treating me like a piece of trash. Just choke me instead." She begged in that sultry tone, hugging me again.

Her hand roamed my chest and slid down into my pants, cupping my hard cock. Her fingers teased the tip of my cock, and I swallowed a hard lump forming in my throat.

God knows how much hunger and desire she was stirring up inside of me with her actions. But they weren't enough for me to take the risk of fucking her again.

What if Carla walks in a second time? Then what? She would never hear me out. Ever. And I'll lose all chances to win her back. I can't take the risk. I can't!

"Fuck me, Dawson. Fuck me before you leave. Please." Joyce pleaded, guiding my hand to cup her wet pussy.

Fuck! Jesus! How the hell do I refuse this?

"Please..."

I shut my eyes, fighting the urge to take her on her offer.

'Don't do it,' my wolf said to me. 'Remember, we have a mate. Don't be unfair to her.'

It was all the motivation I needed to push Joyce away again and lock up whatever hunger she stirred up in me.

"Put on your dress and leave when you're ready to. Don't forget to lock my door behind you." I said, brushing past her.

I hurried to the door before she could try to stop me again with more seduction tricks.

In my hurry, I didn't realize there was another figure in the hallway until I bumped into it.

"I'm so sorry, Master..." The voice said and I was immediately enchanted by it.

I looked sharply and it was her. Carla. She was picking up the clothes that had fallen from the basket she was carrying. I guess she was on her way to do the laundry.

Seeing her released a dozen butterflies in my stomach and increased the beat of my heart.

It took a few seconds to get a grip of my senses and then, I crouched next to her, helping her pick up the clothes.