All Chapters of Grovel for Me, Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Elira Ashwyn pushes herself up from Kaedrin Thornvale's massive chest, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she scrambles to pull the fallen linen sheet over her plush, four-foot-five frame. Her dark skin burns hot with embarrassment, but the lethal tension radiating from the Alpha warrior pinned beneath her wipes away every shred of shame.Kaedrin does not move. He stays sprawled on the cold stone floor where they tumbled, his silver eyes flashing with raw, untamed fury as his wolf shifts just beneath his skin. His hand remains clamped on her full hip, his fingers digging into her waist as if holding his world together while the territory shatters around them."Fenros!" Kaedrin roars, his voice vibrating through the floorboards like thunder. "What high-council nonsense is this?!"The heavy wooden doors burst open, swinging violently on their iron hinges. Fenros Greymane charges into the grand living den, his leather armor spattered with fresh blood, his breath coming in rag

Fearing her high-ranking client might strip her contract entirely, Elira Ashwyn quickly taps the glowing scrying crystal on her wooden desk, her four-foot-five, plush frame trembling as her fingers move over the runes."I will complete the territory mapping! I swear it on my wolf's blood! I brought my parchment scrolls to the medical sanctuary. You do not need to revoke the commission. I will hand over the drafts before the full moon rises tonight, my Lord!"The communication orb pulses with cold, glowing light before the text from Rich Party A flickers into view: I do not require the boundary drafts for the time being. Do not stress yourself, little female. The agreed pack-tribute will still be transferred to your account by morning.Elira claps her small, dark hands together, a breathless gasp of pure relief breaking from her chest. Her heart swells with immense gratitude as she types back hastily: I am so deeply moved, my Lord! You are truly the most generous clan leader in the Sil

Elira Ashwyn slowly sets down her carved wooden goblet and stares calmly at the female drenched in heavy scent and painted cosmetics.I know Cerys just wants to drag my name through the dirt before this entire elite dining room. But Cerys is a complete fool. She is wearing a silk-thread embroidered dress from the southern provinces, a rare beast-hide handbag, and a polished dragon-glass pendant around her neck. How dare she preach about her family bleeding dry while wearing half a territory’s fortune on her back?"I asked our elders for silver because they owe me pack-tribute," I say, my voice ringing out clear and steady across the quiet hall. "Is it not natural for a lineage to pay off its lawful debts?"Tears roll down Cerys’s cheeks as she puts on a dramatic sob. "Our parents gave you shelter when you had nothing, yet this is how you repay their kindness! They genuinely cannot afford to give you silver coins right now. We are blood-bound family! How can your wolf be so heartless t