LOGINGrey"Mr. Wanker," I call out as I stand in the middle of the hallway as though I own the space.Trevor is typing away on a phone that’s turned horizontal, and I assume he’s playing a game.Wait, am I in a dream? Or what is wrong with all these blood-hungry mutts? Trevor is playing a game, Nikolai is being a gentle soul, I’m not planning my next move to find a way out of here… what next? The world’s going to end tomorrow?Well, that’d be nice, to be frank."Hey, mean-faced wanker. Yes, you…" I repeat when he looks behind him and then back at me.Trevor is dressed in a well-tailored black suit from top to bottom, with only a white shirt underneath. Even the handkerchief in his chest pocket is plain black, as well as his accessories.Each step he takes is like he’s storming toward me. When he finally stands in front of me, his figure is like thrice mine. A hunk while I’m the twink and trust me, I’ve got my own simple athletic figure that I gained from a few years of calisthenics."Nikol
GREYI know a ton of Omegas who’d go on and on about how beautiful sunshine is, but to me it’s always been a reminder that I’m to live another day as the legal property of a superior gender.However, right now, I’ve never intricately paid attention to how the sunbeams glisten on Nikolai’s figure. His lips are pressed into a thin line, lashes thick, as well as his brows, where his black hair sprawls onto, almost covering his entire forehead.Chest puffed out beneath the duvet, his muscles are relaxed and huge, one arm spread under his head. He has the pillows pulled to his side, and I wonder why he’d rather lay on his hands instead of them.I pay detailed attention to his features, from his warm beige skin to the way his nostrils slightly flare from time to time, and how moisturized his lips and skin are. When my eyes settle on his nipples, my breathing seizes.I don’t remember sleeping next to him, and I fear if I’m given a dagger right now, I’d think twice. He looks just too good… a
GREYWhatever had me panting from my dream is a terrible nightmare.The spray shootings. The snarling. The shifting. The bloodshed. Deaths everywhere. Marcellan hurt.I don't remember much, but my heart’s palpitating and I'm sweating heavily on the bed. I roll off it to get some water from the bathroom. After drinking and calming myself down, I blink up at my reflection in the mirror.I'm not sure I recognize myself anymore. That little stubborn Omega who was brought into the academy and fought all his life until he grew into an adult, and still never stopped, even as they taught him what they call lessons... he's vanishing.The horror is continuous and never-ending, and I've been stupid not to have the courage to end it myself.With shaky breaths, I muster the energy to walk back to the bed when I notice the air blowing the curtains aggressively. Instincts alerted, I narrow my eyes as I step closer and see Nikolai at the balcony.My dress has been changed to a light blue silk nightgo
NIKOLAII burst into the infirmary where I’ve been informed Marcellan has been taken. If he’s conscious, he would have had himself treated in his chambers. This means whatever happened to him must have been serious.The moment my eyes settle on the doctor, they shift to Marcellan and then back to the doctor. I grab him by his white coat and spit the words in his face. “Why isn’t he awake yet?”“Sire, for—forgive me. We gave him medication to sleep so he could recover,” the doctor shrivels like he’s vanishing into the air. “He will recover properly.”“So he’s all right?” I interrogate. My tone is aggressive, my height towering and blocking the doctor’s sight entirely. He adjusts his glasses as he swallows harder.“Yes—yes, sir. I assure you that…”I growl as I snap my face in his direction again. “You said that once, made him believe that once. I knew he wasn’t hale all along.”Quickly, the doctor gives a deep bow, bending his knee to make himself smaller, his neck swallowed by the col
GREY"Do it now, Lilith."The pure animalistic growling that comes with Marcellan’s instruction makes me snap my head in his direction, his eyes glowing amber and a finger to one side of his head. The sound of glass shattering follows. The sound of shooting finally ceases.My ears finally take a break, but the fear in me is still active. Chills continue to run down my spine, leaving the hair at the back of my neck standing up. My entire senses are on peak, alert for anything that may happen next.The dark shadows cast by the gas lessen as Marcellan’s commander appears. I swear, I expect her to bring us guns to this gun party, but when I see Marcellan’s wolf stir to the surface, aura domineering and authoritative, I give up on that idea.Their ego and pride will be the end of them. The Seven Kings and the Prime King are known for relying on their claws and fangs. Their true forms are their method of attack, and while it'd worked for them in ruling over the world, I still believe we sho
GREYI'm very certain I don't know this ever-smiling dude in the least while he's flashing his fake white teeth at me like he's the most talked about in the entire world where I don't give two fucks.Now, something about his name does ring a bell my senses can't ignore."I—who are you exactly?"He groans the "ugh" sound as he rolls his eyes. "Enough with that already. Now the sweet part I've been meaning to say. Sharp-tongued, hard-headed, high-spirited, strong-willed, what's more I forgot to mention?"It doesn't take me a second longer to realize he's listing my qualities, at least what he's heard."You're keeping an Intel on me." I state more than question."I'd like to hear more from the horse's mouth." He brightens up even more."Know about balls-squeezey game?" I say and he shakes his head. A daunting smile creeps up inwardly. "Yea, where I oil up your balls and squeeze them till you fucking tell me who the fuck you really are and why you're not in one of those shitty capsules."
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







