ログインGREYI learn Trevor is going to be our driver and chauffeur, really."Bitch..." I whisper very inaudibly, close to his ears, just before I hop into the backseat when he opens the door for me.I think it offends him because he shuts the door hard afterwards.Ooh, today's going to be much fun. Getting under Trevor's skin, call it one of my happiest moments. That bitch be acting all tough. Who knows?He be acting like some dick-starved, frustrated bottom. I mean, Alphas fucking Alphas, surely he's likely the one doing the bending. Maybe that's why he's passing aggression.I turn my head in time to see Nikolai with a bright smile, eyes narrowed and slightly shaking his head. Instinctively, I grab my face, like I'm shooing him away.Pervert! Mad pervert!A boy needs his privacy, okay? Especially when I'm in my princess era.Fuck him."You're... something else."Nikolai gets himself some champagne to drink while I turn around, face the window, and watch as we move past the trees and buildin
NIKOLAII am really pissed and mildly satisfied at the same time.Have you ever been in a situation where you want to punish someone but also praise them later?Fuck, my balls hurt, courtesy of Grey Sylvester.He hit them so hard they might as well be blue, and I cannot get his laughter out of my head. Of course, he was delighted that he got me. I was not even the one kicking his ass earlier. It was Trevor, and he didn't even hurt him one bit. But he just had to target me.I roll my eyes before letting my back sink deeper into the twirling leather chair. I grab another piece of ice from the plate and press it under my cock.Right, these balls must be blue.My Spitfire better be grateful I haven't marked him, or it would be his tongue doing the job of easing this pain. He wants a mouthful of stubbornness, yeah? I would have his hands full and his mouth filled with my length by the time I'm done with him.I swear, he wouldn't even be able to walk for the next few hours. That is how sore
GREY"Fuck..."I mutter under my breath. Unable to move freely in these tight pants, I stretch. It is hard enough that I have to train when I am not even ready. Can I just cancel this role of being Nikolai's Chosen? I'm such an idiot for even agreeing, and that brings me to the question, how did I even agree in the first place?I'm so stupid."It looks good on you."Through the reflection of the mirror, I see Nikolai. He uses his foot to close the door, his eyes remaining on me. I'm in an all-black nylon wear, elastic and light, fitting that snug against my slender frame. Although I hate how my nipples are pointing out like little titties, other than that, it actually brings out my curves, and my porcelain skin contrasts perfectly against the black material.The turtleneck rolls up halfway on my neck, leaving only my face and arms exposed."I feel boxed up," I say, and I mean it.Nikolai takes off his coat, leaving the polo shirt underneath, then opens the door. "After you."We walk o
GREY"When place is context, marking is the act of biting the other half of your wolf with the intention of claiming them as your own. Let me clarify this. For this act to occur, a bond must have formed. In this time, an Omega passes through what is called heat. This forced any Alpha around them to go into what is called rut. This syncing locks both parties and a bond is made." "However, I do believe our lives are a gift we must unpack by ourselves, in a way that we are not trapped in a matrix set by nature. Free will is never overrated, and so must one's mind not be.""It is 9:30 PM. The dry, lonely night of Zanzibar seems not to be a disturbance, for my mind is far away from here. The stranger is an Omega I have come to be bonded with. My heart now belongs to him, and his belongs to me. The ties that have formed between us are so strong that not even the pheromones of another can cut through."I cannot bring myself to sleep, excited over the events of tomorrow. When the heart of on
NikolaiHours ago...My fingers fiddle with the photo in my palm as the door to the dungeon slides open. While there is barely any light, my vision sees just fine.Deep in the rotten stench of the ground is Adams. To see him wallow in depression, his skin dried to the bone, his hair clinging to his skin like mud, dirtied, his pheromones mixed with the nauseating smell of filth and vomit, makes every muscle under my skin excited."You look better for an Omega." I scoff and step closer.He spits on the floor, and the next second, my boot smacks his face to the left.He coughs out blood, his arms chained to the wall behind him, giving him little room to recompose himself properly.I bend before him, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at me. "Between the flowerbeds, where the two flows connect. Rings a bell?"My wolf stays at the very back of my mind. Together, we watch this piece of Chihuahua, and the moment his breathing seizes and his pupils dilate from fear, I smile.Gotcha, bas
GREYJust when I thought there was nothing more that could surprise me, Nikolai decides to play another card.The motorbike roars when Trevor increases the gear, and I tighten my arms around him even more. A part of me swears he’s enjoying every bit of my fear, and I blame myself for even agreeing to this.We are deep inside the forest, and surprisingly, a path has been made that directs us. I can’t count how many times my butt hits the seat because of the rough patches filled with small stones.Eventually, we stop in front of what looks like a tower… or maybe a fortress. I can’t really tell, but the building is made with old, broken stones, and the style is ancient."Alpha Nikolai is inside."As if the looming dark clouds rampaging across the sky aren’t enough, Trevor’s bass voice makes me want to go on my knees and beg. Who knows, maybe he’s planning my funeral here after all I’ve said to him? I mean, I’d kill me if I could."He doesn’t like his time to be wasted," Trevor adds, and
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-ke
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. Commandi
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







