All Chapters of Grovel for Me, Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kaedrin averted his gaze, his silver-gold eyes dark with suppressed Alpha authority."I rented this war-beast carriage," Kaedrin rumbles, his broad shoulders tightening against his dark leather tunic. "It is your first day at the central spire. I wanted to transport my bound mate in proper comfort.""Renting a high-court shadow-carriage for even one sun-cycle must have cost every copper you earned on the border," Elira whispers, her voice wavering as her four-foot-five, plush frame sways slightly on the smooth fur cushions. Her dark skin feels tight with anxiety, her small hands clutching her linen cloak over her wide hips. "Kaedrin, I know you did it out of kindness, but you do not need to flaunt money for my sake. We are low-ranking outcasts right now. We have to accept our place and survive."Elira is not the favored daughter of the Ashwyn bloodline—she is the unwanted outcast, raised in border harshness and accustomed to scraping for every scrap.The situation makes her stomach tw

Elira Ashwyn stares at Kaedrin’s darkened expression, her heart hammering violently against her ribs as she tries to suppress the sudden wave of submission washing through her veins."Why are you trying to stop me, Kaedrin?" Elira demands, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound composed. She grabs a piece of parchment from the low table and wipes her palms, forcing herself to meet his piercing silver-gold gaze. "I need thirty gold pieces for Elder Maelis’s sanctuary fees immediately. I do not have time to sit around and wait for magic to happen."Kaedrin steps forward, his towering six-foot-four broad frame casting a deep shadow over her four-foot-five plush body. His grey eyes smolder with intense, possessive fury, the scent of crushed pine and ozone rolling off his skin in suffocating waves. "How much coin do you need, Elira? I am your bound mate. If your pack line is suffering or you are in trouble, why do you refuse to speak to me? Why would you put your bo

"Come here, little female," Kaedrin rumbles, his broad hand shooting out to wrap firmly around Elira’s plush wrist, tugging her short four-foot-five frame flush against his massive, broad chest. "Stay behind me. Look at that fool’s enraged face. Are you not worried he will swing his claws at you?" he murmurs into her ear, his warm, heavy breath brushing against her dark skin and sending a violent shiver straight down her spine."They are completely in the wrong!" Elira snaps back, her dark eyes blazing with fierce, golden sparks of anger as her full chest heaves against his leather tunic. "They provided disgraceful service, insulted our rank, and humiliated us in front of the entire high-court hall! Why should I surrender my hard-earned silver pieces to disrespect?!"Kaedrin’s harsh lips curve into a slow, dangerously fond smirk, his thick fingers gently stroking her dark hair back from her flushed face. "Leave this to your mate."He turns his gaze back toward Manager Torric, his silv

Elira Ashwyn avoids Elder Maelis for seven solid days, but his heavy, predatory scent keeps drifting through the administrative corridors of the Ravenshade Moon Dominion. I keep my head down, my short four-foot-five frame blending into the bustle of the high-end estate management office. I smooth my dark hands over the thick wool of my tunic, adjusting the heavy collar to ensure every single mating mark Kaedrin left on my neck remains completely hidden from curious eyes.I step into the quiet sanctuary of the grand tea chamber to retrieve a clay jar of steeped herbal tonic for my morning shift. The air inside smells of rich pine and drying herbs. I reach for the jar, but voices filtering through the side stone archway freeze me in place."Is that the plump female from the estate division who sold her body to Elder Maelis?""It has to be her. Look at how fast her territorial designs were selected over the senior managers."My heart hammers against my ribs, my wolf bristling violently b

"Help! Help! The Elder is trying to force my heat!"Elira Ashwyn grips the cold iron doorframe of the storage room, her voice echoing in a desperate shriek off the damp stone walls. Her short four-foot-five frame strains as she fights, but High Elder Maelis’s massive, calloused hand clamps around her waist, dragging her thick, curvy body backward into the dark chamber. Tears of pure terror spill over her dark cheeks, burning her skin as she clawed at his heavy leather sleeves.She screams until her throat goes raw, but in this deep, isolated wing of the tavern, her cries bounce off empty stone.Through the narrow gap of the closing door, a flickering ray of hope ignites in her chest. A tavern servant moves down the far corridor, carrying a wooden tray of flagons.Elira forces every drop of air from her lungs, her wolf howling beneath her skin. "Help me! He is forcing my heat! Call the pack enforcers! Please! Help me!"The servant stops, his cold eyes sweeping over her short, voluptuou