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69: Fight Like a Girl
As promised, I’d begged for most of the night, but not for forgiveness. Even with my healing abilities, I woke up with sore, protesting muscles and flaming red buttocks. It made it that much more difficult to slip out of bed without waking him as the sun started peeking over the horizon. I wanted to try to actually learn how to train today, before training in a group with Sophie and the newly selected female enforcers. I’d had to pour the sway on extra thick to get Nathan to agree to meet with me without telling Dmitri about it.
“You said sunrise,” he grumbled as I made my way into the sparing room under the house.
“Careful Beta,” I warned, knowing it irked him to b
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Rite of Submission 70: Alpha of Alphas
In the week leading up to our formal introduction of me as an Alpha to the rest of the world, Nathan had doubled down on my training sessions. We had our one on one sessions in the morning, group sessions before lunch, and sparing matches in the evening before dinner. The sparring matches had become something I looked forward too, even though most of the 2 hour span turned out to be a second one on one with Nathan. To keep any potential sparring partners from holding back, we’d added a unique incentive. If they could pin me, and get me to tap out, they were given a day off of all their regular duties. If I got them to tap out in less than 5 minutes, they spent the next day doing all the worst duties. The first day had brought a lot of eager challengers. Unfortunately, I’d learned to be
Rite of Submission Rite of Power
If you've enjoyed following Selene's jouney so far, I wold like to invite you to continue with her as she explores what it means to be an incarnation of the moon goddess in "Rite of Power" I am posting it as it's own story and until it passes through the application stage, the only way to add it to your library is through the mobile and PC website for Goodnovel. I have already posted the first 3 chapters and will be contining to post 3 chapters a week, one each on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The only reason there is more beyond Rite of Submission is because of all of you. (and my beta readers who practically screamed at me that there had to be more). I hope to see all your wonderful comments and notes there. If you haven't noticed yet, I do actually look through and read your comments, even the ones correcting my grammar. And that brings me to a very special thank you to the unofficial editors: Cjallen24, George Calloni, Mylo, Noelle Mounce, SpaceKonijn and the MVP: Sacha De N
Rite of Submission Caution Tape: Note to Reader & Prologue
Note to new readers:A word to the wise before starting this story. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. This story should not be used as an example of proper kink ettiquett in any way, it is a work of fiction and does not include the less sexy side of negotiating a BDSM relationship. Any kind of forced submission is never ok. That said. If you think you may be triggered, this is not the book for you. Other triggers may include crude/crass/vulgar/explicit language and details. At one point there will be some discussion on suicide and a time a character feels they'd rather die, so if you're sensitive to the subject of death or a feeling of hopelessness, parts of the story could be hard for you to read. If your going to be the fact checker or trope police, this not the book for you. If vampires can sparkle in twilight, I can decide the world rules of my werewolves. I like history, myths, legends and lore, and I have borrowed som
Rite of Submission 1: Debt Collector
The pounding in my ears was so deafening that it was getting harder to focus on more than one thing at a time right now. I just wanted to give into the rage churning through me and lash out at all of them. Scream, punch, kick, whatever chaos it took to get my point across. They all had played a part in this ludicrous declaration of lunacy and I didn’t know who I was supposed hate the most for it right now. The closest candidates were the muscle bound mongrels that had wrestled me down to my knees while restraining my arms behind me. They’d already failed to prevent me from cracking my knuckles against their ring leader’s jaw; right after he’d ordered me to kneel in submission before him. I was almost certain I’d have bruises on my knees from hitting the hardwood floor so hard, and up and down my arms from where their meat hooks clawed at me. But they were just brain dead drones following orders, incapable of producing an original thought on their own. I wanted to rip t
Rite of Submission 2: Packaged and Delivvered
I knew it was futile, but I kept trying to go after him anyway. The grip of 12 large hands held me firmly in place, no matter how hard I tried to break free of their grasp. I’d already burned through most of the adrenalin that had fueled my earlier success, and without it, there was no hope for me. Eventually my body sagged in their hold, defeated. “Let’s try to get this done and over with quickly lads,” Nathan dropped the small duffle bag he’d been carrying onto the floor beside me. Kneeling in front of me I finally got a decent look at him so that I could commit his face to memory; I still owed him one for slapping me. The Beta was a few inches shorter than his Alpha, but still taller than me. I’d had a hard time seeing his face as he stood off to my side and I was preoccupied. He had dark brown hair, cut very short on the back and sides, but long enough on top for it to curl a little. He looked me over with big, brown eyes the color of dark honey. H
Rite of Submission 3: Inventory
Nathan gave his Alpha a nod, watching him walk up the stairs and out of sight. Pulling me from the cargo space, he held me cradled in his arms, like he was carrying a sleeping child. Leaning against him offered some warmth against the cold, and it felt less exposed than being ass up over a shoulder. It also let me see where we were going as we walked. What they called a pack house looked more like a Tudor mansion mixed with an old gothic church. Blake closed up the hatch, following close behind as Nathan carried me inside. “Warn the boys all to behave; it’s already been a long enough night.” He paused just before stepping through the double door entryway at the top of the stairs, “If you still want a chance to improve your position, be ready to speak up when the time comes.” “Of course, Beta,” with a nod, Blake jogged off ahead of us to do as he was told. Nathan moved inside, weaving through a series of rooms and halls until we got to
Rite of Submission 4: Delta
It was easier to forgive Blake for tossing me up over his shoulder now that I’d had a moment to look him in the eye. He was about my height, and didn’t have the same bulky muscles as the others. It was probably just easier to carry me this way without dropping me. If I’d been fully clothed I wouldn’t even be as exposed as I felt. I lost track of how many turns we made and flights of stairs we climbed, but we didn’t seem to cross paths with anyone else as he carried me through the house. We eventually came to a stop in a long hallway that had 3 sets of ornately carved double doors at the far end. He opened and carried me through the black set, into a sitting room with large overstuffed black leather and dark wood furniture. After flipping on a light, he shut the doors to the hallway and carried me through another room that looked like it was set up as another office. We passed by the desk through yet another door that opened up into a bedroom. Blake, se
Rite of Submission 5: Testing the Water
The sharp tap-tap-tap of a finger knocking on a door jolted me out of my blank gaze into the dark. My heart immediately started racing, as a new fear settled in my gut. The tapping came again, with the sound of footsteps coming close. Pushing myself up, I struggled to remember how to sit the way Blake had shown me. On my knees, sit back on my feet… braid back, was it palms up or down on my thighs? There was a muffled conversation just outside the doors to the main hall. I couldn’t make out what was being said. I could hear the soft lilt of a woman laughing and then Blake’s acceptance of his dismissal when the doors opened. “Goodnight, Alpha,” then the closing of doors. I could hear heavy steps as someone walked confidently through all of the dark rooms. He passed before me, disappearing into one of the closed doors I hadn’t been through yet, an adjoining bathroom. Finally, a light flipped on. The sudden brightness blinded me for a moment, so that I had to squint to see
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- Rite of Submission Rite of Power
- Rite of Submission 70: Alpha of Alphas
- Rite of Submission 69: Fight Like a Girl
- Rite of Submission 68: Alpha
- Rite of Submission 67: Mine
- Rite of Submission 66: Dark & Twisted Delights
- Rite of Submission 65: Broken
- Rite of Submission 64: Pay the Piper
- Rite of Submission 63: Wolves in the Woods
