MasukNIKOLAIThe moonlight shines upon the thick forest. It is time. They are all asleep.I feel my wolf at my very throat. The full moon only heightens his craving to play.I place a finger on my forehead as I close my eyes. “It is time, Trevor.”“Yes, sire,” Trevor replies, mind linking back with me.My mind is currently linked with every one of my men. It is a common tactic I use whenever there is to be a fight of any sort. That way, we are able to communicate without any hindrance.The sound of a blast captures my attention right before it is projected toward the Omegas down the cliff. One moment, they are peacefully asleep, and the next, the cries of anguish fill my ears even from this distance.My lips curl into a smile as more balls of fire are sent toward them. Within seconds, the once dark campsite is lit up. Thick smoke rises into what looks like black clouds, almost casting shadows that block out the moon.Then, my eyes turn amber as my fangs elongate and my nails sharpen into c
GREYWhat I hate, other than men who think they control everything, are the dogs they assign in charge who think they can bite too.“Here you go, bitchhhhh.” The guard drags the last word as he swipes a plate of food into the bar. He spits in the soup and wiggles his brows as he curses more under his breath.Adrenaline pumps into my veins and before I know it, I pick myself up and slam my hands against the cold bar.“You motherfucker! Let me out of here and watch just how I skin you alive.”The guard laughs with the others. “Ooh, never seen a bleeder with such a fire before. Damn.”My jaw twitches and my face squeezes up from anger. My heartbeat increases and it somehow makes my chest hurt. I fall back to the ground, losing my grip.I know I look like a mess right now. Inside here, shit is real. I thought I understood how far the hatred dwelled, but in this hell pit, it is a whole new world of anguish.Genuinely, I still wonder why I am given food, and even clothes sometimes. I have s
NIKOLAIMy walk to the study is fast, my brows furrowed, my fists tight at my sides. My mind keeps repeating thoughts I do not want.I wish Marcellan were here. He would have distracted me, or he would be furious that I locked Grey up. His interest in Grey has been obvious since the auction, even before I chose him as my bleeder. Though I would never admit that.“Well, if it isn’t the Prime Alpha of all Alphas.”Xavian’s voice cuts through my thoughts as he throws a small dagger toward me. I catch it mid air and send it pinning into the wall behind him.“Oh, he looks like he is about to explode, wait, did you and Morwen fight again?”Just then, his brother, Xian, joins in, making me wish I had gutted these two myself years ago. They have got to be the only kings I appointed who do not know boundaries. Even as I keep a stone expression, they keep talking.“This is why I was against this Alpha marrying Alpha rule,” Xavian laughs. “Morwen definitely is not giving him nice pvssy. Somethin
NIKOLAIThe world’s most dangerous creature, that is what I've been called enough to act like one. A barbarian. I have never been a likable character, and never once has that affected me.Until now.Anger floods through me. It cannot be contained, so I settle in my training room. My heart thuds heavily, my vision blurs, my wolf clawing toward the surface. It feels as though I am gasping for air, and what causes this, I cannot tell. Not exactly. But it has something to do with my betrothed, Lady Morwen. Except she has never made me feel this way before. Not until the way she acted toward my Spitfire.“You’re a monster, a beast!”His tiny screech strikes through me again and I lose it. Snapping my eyes open, I slam a closed fist into the punching bag, sending it whirling to the left. Then another. Each thud sends heavy waves through the leather. By the fifth punch, it is already worn, yet the feeling inside me refuses to subside.All my life, I have felt many things—remorse, hatred, ang
Hi, bubble butts. Welcome to The Submission Saga.I’m so excited to write for y'all again. Before we proceed with the chapters, I've got a few things to say.This time, we’re in for a collection of 9 books, 9 lovable and intense characters all inside this Omegaverse series. Truth be told, I’m low-key trembling, but don’t worry… your author will survive.Since this is going to be a long ride, we need to make the journey fun and worth it. Because of that, I’ve come up with a few extra things we might do along the way.(Before you read, note that these are only extras from inside my head. You won’t miss anything from the main plot if you don’t follow them, so don’t worry. But try to keep up… unless you want me to crush you with my recessive phat glutes. Lmao.)1. Bonus POV chaptersYou’re right, just like me, you’d probably want to know what another character was thinking during a certain scene. Sometimes we’ll get bonus chapters showing what was going on in someone else’s head, so we’re
GREY'S POV.As if the wind supports Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell, the door widens with a creaking sound, matching the eerie feeling in the atmosphere.As I step in, I retain my head up high, but within, I am under his command. His pheromones fill the room, stronger than the smell of weed. Commanding, domineering, it pulls me closer to him.Without turning around, Prime Alpha Nikolai raises a glassy cup in the air. "A secret between us, Spitfire. Do you know that as the Prime Alpha, I cannot normally get drunk, so I have to intensify my alcohol before it works on me?"He twirls on the footstool and takes in my frame. I lower my head instinctively. What is happening to me?"Indeed, I cannot imagine such an occurrence. I should take my leave now, Prime Alpha," I say and prepare to leave. I cannot stay here any longer or I will lose myself to his smell. It makes me lose recognition of myself, like I am drifting over a cloud. Or is it the weed?"Prime Alpha?" He laughs. "Now, I did not ex
GREY'S POVI wake up to the same ceiling, grand and antique. Then I bolt up and check my body. There's a small bandage on my wrist. It hurts slightly when I place pressure.That d1ck of a mad king caused this! He should have let me die if he really wanted me dead. But deep down, I'm grateful. I shi







