Chapter 1
Emily’s pov
He entered me slowly, the length of him burying inside me deeply.
His fingertips entwine with my hair, his breath mingling with mine on my parted lips.
His penetrating green eyes locked onto mine, pushing into the depths of my soul as he moved in and out of my p*ssy.
A breathy moan escaping my lips as he moved in deeper.
“You feel so good Em,” Bryson moaned on my parted mouth, his lips brushing against mine.
Just as we are about to kiss a sharp buzzing sound pulls me out of my steamy dream.
I woke up, my eyes wide, my chest heaving with the weight of my racing breaths, the remains of desire still lingering in my mind.
It felt so real, his touch, his kisses……the feeling of his cock pushing between my p*ssy lips and entering me.
It felt so real….
Yet, it was not.
This wasn’t the first time I dreamt of my best friend Bryson f*cking my brains out. In fact, it has become a very recurring dream, one I’ll admit I anticipated every night.
It was the only way I could voice my true feelings, show him how much I have wanted him more than a friend.
I know….it was not possible for us to ever be together.
He was out of my league, and not only in feature wise but Bryson was soon to be alpha and I……was just an omega.
Our two worlds could never connect in the way I wanted it to.
Yet, in my dreams they do clash.
I sighed heavily, twisting around and putting off the alarm clock.
I groan as I fall back on my back, my eyes on the ceiling.
My body was still buzzing with that ache of desire Bryson left in my dream, an ache I knew only he would be able to stop.
But of course, in my reality, that wasn’t possible.
But in my imagination….
I closed my eyes, biting into my bottom lip harder as my fingers trail down my body, between my breasts, trailing lower.
I imagine that it was not mine but his rough calloused fingers that felt good on my skin.
I moaned as I imagine him whispering nasty things in my ear, his body beside me, his hands…..on my pussy.
I gasp as my fingers pushed into my panties, kissing its way down to my throbbing clit.
I imagine his touch, rough, yet tender. His scent. The way he’d kiss me while his fingers rub circles around my clit.
The way his fingers would seek my-
“Looks like you’re having fun,” His loud voice inches from my ear made my eyes shot open.
They connected with foresty green and a crooked smile. Bryson Taylor. My best friend and future alpha of the Silver Moon pack. The one who have been haunting my restless steamy dreams at night.
He was kneeled down beside my bed so he’d be same height as me. But he still had to lean down so we could be leveled. With his elbows pushing down on my mattress, Bryson chuckled. ” Did I interrupt your little session?”
His eyes twinkled with amusement when my cheeks reared an ugly red embarrassed flush. I nearly choked on my saliva.
So lost in my imagination, I had not heard when he entered my room.
I sat up, awkwardly moving my hand out of my panties after realizing I still had them tucked in there. I notice his nose flaring as he took in a long whiff before he cleared his throat and stood up.
” How long have you been here?” I uttered awkwardly, my face hot as I am unable to look at him.
How embarrassing.
Bryson let out a chuckle. “Long enough to see that you were enjoying yourself, Em,” He teased.
I groaned throwing the covers over y head, my mortification now worse by his playful taunting.
“Please pretend like you didn’t see that,” I moaned, burning in embarrassment under the covers.
I can’t believe he walked in on me masturbating. Thank God I didn’t moan out his name. Though I was so close to.
Suddenly I felt the dip of my bed and fingers prying the sheets off my face.
I peeled my eyes open and sucked in a breath with how close he was to me.
Bryson smiled widely, the dimples in his cheeks going on full showcasing mode. I was breathless. Just like I always got when he smiled. Bryson was the epitome of too hot to handle.
With his green eyes, sharp jawline, dimples, straight nose, perfect brown curly hair, lean yet muscular build and tall height, it’s no wonder every female wolf wanted to be his mate.
His eyes drowned into mine, almost like he was peering into my soul. It felt like I was in the dream again, only that this time, I knew it was reality.
The tip of my tongue pushed out of my lips and I brushed it on my bottom lip.
His eyes flickered to my lips, the smile slipping from his mouth and replaced by a serious expression.
The air suddenly feels charged, his gaze darkening and causing my breath to hitch.
“Em-
” Breakfast is ready guys!” My mom yelled downstairs, snapping Bryson out of his haze. He shakes his head, his eyes returning to normal as the grin returned on his mouth.
“I’m sure you’re starving after that little session you were having there Em. How about we head down to feed you something. I know it’s not what you really want but I’m sure it can help a little.” He winked, rising to his full height.
I felt my face heat up even more, the embarrassment of the situation intensifying as Bryson’s teasing continued.
“Shu-u-t up,” I stuttered. He chuckled, turning around and headed for the door. Before he was completely out, he stopped and teased over his shoulder.
“Might want to put on some fresh panties.” With a light chuckle he steps out of the room, leaving me embarrassed and flushed in my room alone knowing he definitely took the scent of my arousal.
Chapter 2
Emily’s pov
After I put on some fresh panties and washed my hands clean, I made my way downstairs. I found Bryson in the kitchen with a piece of bacon nearing his slightly parted mouth.
When he noticed me, he sent me a crooked grin that showcased his white teeth. “Were you trying to finish what you started?” He teased, pushing the bacon in his mouth.
I glared at him, my cheeks hot. He chuckled, clearly liking that he was embarrassing me further with his teasing.
I ignored him. Well tried to.
I looked at my mother who was preparing breakfast. Her blonde hair similar to mine was whipped into a very high sloppy bun that was on the verge of collapsing.
“Morning momma.” I said, walking into the kitchen slowly.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder and beamed. “Good morning Emily. Did you have a good sleep?”
“She definitely had a great morning from what I saw and heard, ” Bryson snorted under his breath. With my advanced hearing, I picked it up quickly.
I glared at the side of his face and when I do join him, I smack him behind his head while answering my mother. “Yes I did.”
Bryson jerks forward dramatically and rubs the back of his head and hisses.
I rolled my eyes and took a seat beside him, stifling a laugh when I saw how he pouted. For being the next alpha in line, Bryson sure is dramatic.
Mom turns around with the frying pan in her hand and starts throwing some of those bacon bits on a clean plate.
“I’ll be doing over time tonight Emily so I will be a bit late. You’ll manage to make dinner for yourself and your dad?” Mom asked, blowing out some of her blonde locks from her vision.
I wasn’t the best chef and usually can’t even cook Mac and cheese from the box properly, so it’s no wonder Bryson couldn’t hold himself back from snorting out a laugh.
I sent him a death stare but he only laughed even louder. Even mom joined in. It was like they were mocking me.
“I hate you two.” I grumble, reaching out for the plate mom had set the endless pieces of bacon on.
“What I meant is….I have left some overnight chicken and some rice in the fridge. All you have to do is warm it up for dinner. Can I trust you with that?” Mom teased, turning around to place the frying pan back on the stove.
Bryson snorted. I rolled my eyes.
“Sounds super easy.” I answered through clenched teeth.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Snow, I’ll not have her burn your precious house down. You can count on me.” Bryson made show of placing his hand on his chest and sent me a wink that may or may not have made my heart leap.
–
“For the love of God Bryson slow down! At this rate, we’ll be dead before we even get to school.” I yelled as the wind whipped against my dirty blonde locks harshly.
Bryson spares me a glance, grins and slows down a bit…..by a bit I mean, barely.
“You need to live a little Em. We’re werewolves, we won’t die so easily.” He snorted, turning the steering wheel.
The sunlight that peeked from the huge branches above, treasured his face and left me in awe until he turns around to glance at me. I tore my eyes away quickly not wanting to be caught staring.
I crossed my arms over my chest and answered. “Doesn’t mean we are immortal. Besides, you’re an alpha, you’re practically almost immortal with those super quick healing. And I’m just an omega practically human, still heal up quick but not quick enough. ” I pointed out.
I hated mentioning how different we are. Bryson was a leader and I was at the bottom of the food chain. In fact, it was strange for an omega and alpha to be this close.
But Bryson never cared about our differences and nor did he care about the judgemental stares from the other pack members.
We got a shit tone of weird looks, especially seeing as I was known as the wolf who couldn’t shift.
So why were Bryson and I practically glued by the hip? I have no clue. And I’m still trying to figure out why he even spared me a second glance that day.
*flashback*
You can do it, Emily, it’s not that high. I reassured myself as I looked up at the monkey bars. They were high and my little skittish self backed away a little until I hit something hard.
I turned around to stare up at Giovanni. “What? Are you a scaredy cat!?” He sneers.
Giovanni wasn’t a higher rank per se but he was ranked higher than I.
He and his friends laughed at my expense.
Since I was the lowest ranked one here and the smallest, he and his friends always picked on me.
I thought I could show them how tough I was by doing something they always mocked me I couldn’t do….
But it seems that my hands cannot stop sweating and my heart won’t stop beating so loudly. I was afraid of heights. Wolves were not supposed to be afraid of anything, yet I was afraid of heights.
“Yeahh!” I heard a loud yell from a few distance away.
I turn to face the commotion. It was a boy my age, cheering on another boy my age who held a bat in his hand. They were playing cricket. And they were the higher ranked wolves.
I squinted as I watch the boy with the bat. I knew him….
I blushed brightly when he caught my eye and sent me a smile. I rip my eyes away, blushing furiously. He was the alpha’s son. Bryson Taylor.
He was one of the few that didn’t care about his status and mingled with the lower ranks. Many times I’ve seen him in the halls playing with a few lower ranks but I never got enough courage to say hello.
Suddenly, I got a boost of confidence as I still felt his eyes on me. In my stupid mind, I thought that I’d look cool to him if I did do the monkey bars.
So I did. I gathered enough courage to do it, but forced my eyes to stay ahead and not on the ground. But then Giovanni’s stupid mouth had to open.
“She’s shivering like a scaredy cat! Look at her!” He laughed.
He managed to draw my attention to him and his friends…. and to the ground that seemed way higher than I thought. And now way blurrier.
I felt my fingers slip and felt the harsh cutting on my knees as I fall to the ground. I stayed down on my knees, and in quite a shock I actually fell. I couldn’t cry even though I was in pain.
But then I heard his name, a yell. “Bryson!” And then heard the rattling of the fence as he jumped over it and raced over to me.
“Shut your mouth asshole!” He sneered at Giovanni who had been laughing at my expense and pushed him roughly until Giovanni fell to the ground.
“Mommy!” Giovanni cried, getting to his feet and racing out of there with tears flowing down his cheeks. His friends run after him, calling out his name.
I almost giggled because they all looked like dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.
There and then, I looked at Bryson as my hero but then when he helped me get up and dust myself while smiling down at me, I developed something I was afraid I’d never be able to stop.
Chapter 3
Emily’s pov
“You’re not just an omega Em. You’re special.” Bryson argued, cutting through my thoughts. His voice held a slight edge.
He always hated when I mentioned how different we both were. “You’re special to me.” He said under his breath with honesty.
My heart stops and then leaps again, this time quicker. When he said things like this my stupid heart would think that Bryson meant it in a more than friendly way.
But then the logical side of my mind would instantly throw me back a few steps or two by revealing that Bryson was only just trying to make me feel better.
Because that’s what best friend’s are supposed to do. Make the other one feel better.
I turned to face the window and stared at the huge endless green trees. They were so tall and their branches were thick. They wouldn’t end until a few miles but would start right back again.
The sleepy town of Green Hallow….wasn’t so sleepy at all.
–
Bryson kills the engine and turns to face me, his eyes holding a gleam of mirth and his mouth a bit pouty.
I try to not stare at it for too long even though it was a temptation that I have always lost.
I keep my eyes on his nose. Because if I were to bring them to his eyes, I’d be a lost in the windows of his soul.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re still annoyed at me?” His lips curved into a playful grin and he chuckled.
I raised an eyebrow, and nearly rolled my eyes at his words. “For which part exactly? Is it for teasing me the entire morning after what you saw in my room or driving like a maniac?” I asked sarcastically.
I was trying to be as serious as I can but with Bryson, I can never truly remain angry or annoyed at him. It was just impossible.
He had that way about him that didn’t allow someone to be angry with him. Or maybe it was me who just couldn’t for the life of me stay mad at him for too long.
He lifts his eyes to the roof of the car and playfully made a clicking sound while shifting his head from side to side. ” For both?”
His green eyes came back to join mine, only that they were sparkling in mischief while a grin so wide and bright nearly blinded me.
They looked deep into my soul and made me shiver.
This was one of the reasons I try to avoid staring into his eyes when we were alone. I always end up feeling things I know I shouldn’t be feeling.
Bryson grins.
My stomach does a slight twist and I looked away quickly.
Wanting to not have him see my skittish self I snorted out. “Then yes, I’m a hundred percent still annoyed with you.” I unbuckled myself and opened the car door.
When I was out, I swung the bag strap over my shoulder and looked over the roof of the car when Bryson also gets out.
His eyes narrowed as the sun strikes in his eyes. It made his eyes seem gold from where I stood. ” Come on Em, you can’t stay annoyed at me forever. You know you love me. ” He said with a cheesy grin.
My heart flips. If only he knew exactly how much those words were actually true. Just more than what he thought. I didn’t love him only as a best friend, I loved him as more.
I breathed in through my nose and let it out through my mouth. When I am about to respond, a friend of ours joined us.
Her face shows off a huge beam, her eyes dancing when they fell on both Bryson and me.
She skips towards us, her red hair flipping behind her. She was very beautiful with her wide cocoa eyes and pretty features.
I would look like a homeless person standing beside her.
Maya throws her arm over my shoulder and hugged me. “I missed you Em.” She squealed beside my ear.
Was it get Emily deaf day?
I wince but hugged her back while my ears rang.
Maya was the beta’s daughter and would be taking the role of our future beta soon. I met her through Bryson who was already friends with her.
At first, she hadn’t quite liked me and didn’t want my rank to make her look bad. But then after a few greetings here and there, the conversations gradually became longer and funnier until we were practically best friends.
“You saw me yesterday.” I pointed out.
She pulls away and smacks me on the shoulder playfully. “Still way too long to not see your chubby cute little cheeks.” She pinches my cheek to show her point.
Even though I was petite, I had chubby cheeks that made my face round. Everyone said I look adorable especially when I blush.
I smacked her hand away and glared at her playfully.
“So no one’s going to even include me in the conversation?” Bryson grumbles as he walks over to us.
I turn to give him a fake annoyed stare. “No.”
“Ouch Em, that hurt.” He feigned a hurt look by placing his hand over his heart.
When he’s beside me, Maya darts her eyes between the two of us in curiosity. “Did something happen with you two again? Did Bryson pull a prank Em?”
Honestly, her words flew over my head the moment Bryson stepped beside me.
His body heat….
My stomach knotted and I gripped my bag strap for an anchor as I try to relax my beating heart.
With them being werewolves they’d obviously hear my quickly pounding heart. I didn’t want them to question me on something I’d lie about.
And obviously, with Bryson knowing me like the back of his hand, he’d know I was lying.
Bryson throws his arm over my shoulder and is the first to respond. “Em doesn’t like fast rides, I’d make sure to remember that in the future. Apparently, my girl likes it slow. Don’t you Em?” He teased and squeezed me to him and looks down at me.
I lift my head and our eyes connected quickly.
My heart races and I’m not sure I can actually hide the fact that I’m getting flushed.
My girl…
Bryson’s tone was heavy with a tease, but there was something in his eyes while he stares at me that made my heart leap.