Semua Bab Grovel for Me, Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Elira Ashwyn stands frozen outside the heavy wooden doors of the pack quarters, every inch of her four-foot-five frame trembling with a lethal mix of rage and heartbreak. Her dark, obsidian skin turns pale under the dim torchlight as the scent of slick arousal and betrayal hits her wolf’s sharp senses."I have given my heat to you, Torric. Why don't you reject Elira?" Lady Vespera Hollowmere breathes, her voice dripping with filthy, breathless lust as her naked body writhes over the male on the animal furs."Don't speak her name while my knot is inside you," Torric Blackthorn groans, his large male hands clamping around her hips, thrusting hard into her wet core until she screams his name. "She is just an orphaned stray taken in by the Ashwyns. Even a low-ranked omega holds more status in our territory than she does."Elira kicks the heavy oak door wide open, her sharp brown eyes blazing with dark fire as she looks down at the tangled, bare bodies."Let me make this simple for you, To

Elira Ashwyn catches the faint glint of silver runes on the heavy steel cuff around Kaedrin Thornvale's wrist. The massive warrior leans down, his scent of bitter cedar and blood hitting her nostrils, and speaks in a low growl."This is just a stolen trophy from a rival rogue I slaughtered on the border," Kaedrin whispers, his hot breath brushing against the shell of her ear. "I wear it to look dangerous, but I didn't think a little female like you would spot it so quickly."He unclasps the rune-cuff and shoves it into his leather belt pocket."It looked authentic," Elira mutters, stepping back as her ears burn with sudden heat.Having this broad-shouldered warrior towering over her four-foot-five frame makes her heart thud against her ribs. She shakes her head to clear her mind. It makes sense that an outcast bloodline rogue would carry stolen gear from northern battles."The ceremony is over," Cerys Ashwyn sneers, strutting forward with her hands wrapped around Torric Blackthorn's t

Elira Ashwyn pushes through the grand iron gates of the Ashwyn pack lodge, her small, plush four-foot-five frame heavy with exhaustion.Now that she has bound her wolf to Kaedrin Thornvale in the sacred hall, she needs the fifty thousand silver tokens to pay the medicine wolves treating Elder Maelis for shadow-rot.Lady Morwen Ashwyn sits on a high furs-covered throne inside the inner hall, sipping warm moon-mead from an silver goblet. She looks up at Elira with a cold, mocking smile."How is life in the border shacks with your rogue mate?" Morwen asks, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Did you come back to crawl on your knees to your pack?""I am here for the silver tokens," Elira says, her dark brown eyes burning with rage. "You swore under pack law that the moment I signed the mating contract in place of Cerys, you would hand over the chest for Elder Maelis's healing crystals."Morwen sets her goblet down on the stone table, her expression turning into a ruthless sneer

Elira Ashwyn shifts her weight on the hard wooden stool, her dark skin flushing with heat as the interview panel murmurs."Why would you hand her an exam meant for high-ranking estate managers with a decade of territory experience?" the second female interviewer asks, glaring at Vespera Hollowmere. She snatches up Elira's file from the desk, scanning her achievements. "Elira Ashwyn has top marks from the academy. She managed four border keeps before her graduation. We need someone who actually understands high-court logistics, Vespera. Do you have a personal vendetta against her?"Vespera bites her red-painted lip, her yellow eyes flashing with hidden malice. "Why would I care about a low-ranking stray?" She shrugs, pretending to look bored. "There were plenty of rumors about her back at the academy. She is not as pure as she acts. She spent her first year trying to lure high-beta males away from their mated pairs. I know her scent better than you do. She has a trash reputation, and o

Vespera’s claws twitched as she shrank back, her yellow wolf eyes darting toward the executive council in pure terror."You made a subjective conjecture based on academy gossip," Dacian Wolfhart growled, his voice vibrating with lethal Beta authority across the oval table. "Because of your petty jealousy, you slandered an elite estate manager and almost cost the Ravenshade Moon Dominion a vital asset. You are completely unfit for the council. Vespera Hollowmere, your title is stripped, and you are banished from the dominion."The room fell into an icy, suffocating silence.All the color drained from Vespera's face as she dropped to her knees. "I am so sorry, Lord Wolfhart!" she whimpered, her hands trembling against the polished stone floor. "I know I was wrong! I have served the high courts for years. Please, I beg you, do not cast me into the outer borders! My wolf cannot survive without the pack bond!"Desperation choked her voice, but Dacian did not even blink behind his silver-ri