Absolute Obedience Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “Even if I don’t let you touch me until I say so?” He hesitated. Then nodded. I stopped in front of him, close enough that our breaths brushed. I tilted his chin up with one finger. His lips parted. “Then I will teach you,” I whispered. “But you will obey me. Utterly.” “Yes,” he breathed. “I will.” The first rule of dominance is not to ask. It’s to claim. I stepped back, took off my heels, and walked barefoot across the dark wooden floor of the studio space.

“The first lesson in obedience starts tomorrow morning. In front of everyone.” My stomach dropped. “What? In front of the whole pack?” He nodded, that ruthless smile back on his face. “Yes. You’ll serve me at breakfast. On your knees if I say so. You’ll address me properly. You’ll show them all what a good, broken little sacrifice you’re becoming. No fighting. No smart mouth. Absolute obedience.” I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him to go to hell. But I bit my tongue. This was the deal. This was the price for the truth about my mother. About my old mate. About everything my father had hidden.

When she was standing directly in front of him, he reached out and placed his hands on her hips. "Lesson one," he said, looking up at her. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation, no questions, no thinking about whether you want to or not." "And if I don't want to?" "Then you learn why obedience is easier than defiance." His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer until she was standing between his knees. "But I don't think that will be a problem. You want to please me, don't you, little one?"

he said, voice controlled, “this mansion has enemies. And because you belong here now, you will be exposed to danger.” Her chest tightened. He continued, “You came from a place where surviving meant breaking. Here, surviving means obeying.” He stepped closer. “Rule eight,” he said quietly. “You must learn awareness.” She frowned a little. “Awareness?” Alexander tapped her forehead gently with one finger—just one touch, brief, barely there, but enough to send heat racing through her skin. “This,” he said, “must stay sharp.” He gestured around the room. “Stand in the center.”

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

My pulse quickened as he kept his gaze locked on mine, and my eyelash fluttered as I finally looked away. With a deep voice that carried power and authority, he said. “In my world, nobody is above punishment. If you go against the rules,” he paused, before stressing the last words. "You will be punished." My mouth trembled, but words failed me. It dawned on me. His world is much darker than I thought. “I'll fix dinner, come with me," he said, before walking towards the door. After what I saw, I was far from hungry. But I had to obey because, as he said, disobedience attracts punishment.

He ignored me, pulling me until I was trapped between him and the car: "Amara, no creature has ever dared to defy my orders." I watched him intently. "You’re the only one who does it so easily." He was silent for a moment, then let out a long, weary exhale: "How can I make you obey instead of fight it?" I raised my index finger, shaking my head left and right, a small smile on my lips: "That won’t happen… I don’t obey anyone’s orders." He smiled lightly, but there was a spark of challenge in his eyes. Before I could realize what he was planning, he bent suddenly, and in a blink, I found myself upside down, perched over his broad shoulder.

Her hand dipped into the box again, this time pulling out a folded piece of paper. “I figured you might need a reminder,” she said, unfolding the paper and holding it up for me to see. Rules of the Loser (Omega): 1. Absolute Obedience: The Omega must follow every command issued by the Alpha, no matter how demeaning, dangerous, or humiliating. Disobedience will result in public punishment decided by the Alpha. 2. Servitude: The Omega forfeits all personal rights and becomes the Alpha’s servant, performing tasks regardless of how degrading.

The kind of tone that I use when I want an order to be respected without a question. - Entre, Elias. Close the door. He obeys without saying anything. -You're going to take this controller, I said, designating the case on the desk, and you're going to bring it to this address. I handed the paper to him. He took it without even reading it. He trusted me. This is the problem with the loyals ... They obey without understanding what they participate. - You hit the door, you put the case. You don't say anything. You don't ask for anything. And you come back immediately. Understood ?

He hadn’t even kissed me. He led me to the throne. Sat down. Spread his legs. "Kneel." I dropped before I could think. His hand curled in my hair again, not cruel, just enough pressure to remind me who was in control. He tilted my chin. "This isn’t about sex. Not yet. This is about obedience." His thumb dragged across my lower lip. "You want to survive the next twenty-four hours, you listen. You learn. You obey. Understood?" I nodded.