Absolute Obedience Game Novels & Stories

The angelic, doll-like features fade in an instant, revealing the look of a woman who takes no shit and demands obedience. I fight the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Lis and I will get along just fine. As long as I follow her rules. “We don’t have a choice. The men–four hundred men, to be exact–from our pack who died yesterday didn’t have a choice. You don’t have a choice to compete in the games. This is your reality, Lexa.” I reach the foot of the stairs, and she steps toward me. I tower over her, casting her in my shadow, but her expression only tightens with conviction as she tilts her chin and grinds out, “You will obey Kaleb’s word. That’s the main rule of this house. Kaleb i

“Where no one drags you to an altar because of what you are. Where you learn to use your strength to protect, not to pay debts, you never agreed to.” I glanced at the clock. Time to shift. “Okay,” I said briskly. “History sermon over. Let’s play.” A chorus of delighted, confused noises met that. “Game,” Naomi translated, popping up with a bag of something. “Consent game. Who knows what that means?” Hands shot up. Half of them said, in unison, “Ask first.” We moved into practical. No one touches your tail without asking. No one reads your feelings through the bond without permission.

I stand there in silence, blindfolded and annoyed as hell, while she sounds entirely too satisfied with herself. “Only three points away from your bell, puppy,” she reminds me. “Try not to lose control now.” I keep my mouth shut and wait for the next command. Lena circles me slowly. I can hear the soft tap of the paddle against her palm as she moves. “For the final part of this game, I’m going to test your absolute obedience.” I remain still beneath the blindfold. “That means you need to remove any restrictive clothing. After all, a good puppy should be neat and ready to obey his master’s orders.” She pauses for a few minutes until I feel her stop in front of me. “Remove everything unnecessa

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.

She asked curiously, and he nodded. "I forgot to tell you the rules," he muttered, his frown deepening as if he had committed a grave offence. The Time Keeper’s eyes narrowed, the silver orbs shimmering like moons caught in a storm. His tone was grave as he responded, “Rules are the foundation of this arrangement, Alessia. Break them, and you may lose your chance to return entirely.” Alessia straightened, clutching the bracelet on her wrist. "What rules?" she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second.

“You only have to obey.” Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wanted to argue, to push back against the possessive authority in his words. But her voice betrayed her, coming out faint and uncertain. “And if I refuse?” A dangerous smirk tugged at his mouth as he leaned closer. His whisper brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Try me, Amira. See what happens.” Her breath caught. There was no winning against him. There never had been. For a long moment, she stood frozen, staring at the floor. Then finally, with trembling fingers, she wiped the last of her tears.

"Here's how to do it. Bow your head down then walk straight to the bar counter. Don't look up so you won't see who you're going to bump. The first man you bump into, give him the magical Maria Makiling's foundation." What the actual fuck! She gave them an unbelievable stare but both of them look so serious. She as Yngrid, have to stand for it because she clearly agreed for them to dare her. "Okay. I'll do it." She swallowed the tequila straight in her throat in one swift move then stood up from her seat. She composed herself before she lowered her head onto the bar counter. The bar that they're in is not a public bar. So maybe it's not bad for anyone to bump into anyone.

"If you tell me the whole truth about what happened that day, I will spare your family and your team from banishment. Instead, I will strip them of their ranks, and they will work as omegas within this pack. I, your Alpha, have spoken." I bit my thumb to create a small cut, letting the blood flow down to my palm. I offered it to Robert, who gasped in disbelief. A blood handshake is a sacred covenant among wolves, binding all parties to honor it under penalty of death. This was the first blood handshake I had ever initiated, and I was willing to go all in to discover the truth.

"Why are you keeping me here?" Darius stepped closer to the bars, and I tried not to step back even though we were separated by the bars. "We're going to play a game," he said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "A game?" What was he on about? Darius nodded. "A game," he repeated. "I have remained unscathed for years. No blade, no claw, no weapon has ever managed to leave a mark on me. And then you came along and carved a gash so deep it seemed to reach my very soul. Do you think I'll simply let you walk away from such a transgression? No. We will play a game, a game of survival, a game of dominance. For a month, we will clash, our wills colliding in a dance of pain and power. Once each week