Dominant Women Novels & Stories

A female, a lowly weak female. Who's worth nothing more than to sit around and look pretty or spread her legs. As I've heard my old Alpha's brother say. They look at females exactly how they look at omegas. With the exception of dominant females, those get it worse. They killed them.... The pack I come from, a dominant female is useless just like a level three Delta. No one wants them, so they kill them. She is not a dominant, but she's still a female. So you can imagine my surprise, and why I sit here, completely in awe over everything she is.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do whatever the Moon Goddess wants as long as she helps me get away from here. I have to be strong, and I have to show this woman that she doesn’t scare me, even if she does. “You could watch that,” I nod my head. “Or you could watch me envoke the mate bond. I’m sure you’re aware by now that the pull is strong. I could have him under me, on top of me, licking ...” A low growl rips from Emily’s throat, and I fight the urge to laugh. Stupid bitch. She has no idea of whom she’s messing with. Dominant she-wolves all believe that any woman they come across is weaker than they are. This idiot in front of me has no clue just how dominant I am also.

" Simon said as doctor Smith nodded negatively. "I think we know our alpha king up to some levels and if I may say it,he's really considerate when it comes to the clans under him. Simon's eyes darted to the ladies behind doc Smith as he narrowed his eyes. "Who are they? She looks fami__" "Oh,Karen Whitman and Dora Hollie." Doc Smith butted in, turning to look at them. "You mean the daughter of the famous scientist who almost ruined our lives?" Simon asked,fury burning in his blood.

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

"Our boss wants you to be her lapdog. Do as she says, and you'll be well rewarded. Cross her, and you'll suffer." I snarl, my Alpha dominance surging to the surface. I can feel the power radiating from me, and I know that these women are no match for me. Even with the inhibitor wrapped around my wrist, a little of my energy flows into me. It's not great, but it'll have to do. Besides, I'm sure that my full power will likely obliterate these women and make them my slaves forever. I found that out the hard way. Which is why for years, I've limited my interaction with women, waiting for the only woman that wouldn't be affected by that. My true mate.

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

Dominic says. "Because she has the Capo to protect her," he barks out. "We did not build this empire to be ruled by a womb. Men lead, and women have children. That’s the order of things!” “Order?” I scoff, having had enough of their bickering. "My wife is performing her wifely duties, she will bear my children but she will also take over for her late father. Alessandra does not stand alone,” I say, my voice sharp. “She stands behind me, and im certain you’re all familiar with how short my temper can be."

she glanced at me—“a scandal in heels.” “I’m standing right here,” I said quietly. “Yes. And don’t think for a second I don’t know why.” I held her stare. “Why, then?” “Because women like you don’t survive on merit. You survive on sympathy. You spin tragedy into strategy and cry your way into power. Your pregnancy? A calculated move. Your fall from the window? Probably staged.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my ribs ached. She leaned in, voice like poison in silk. “You think being Dominic’s wife makes you untouchable? It makes you a target. And believe me—I never miss.”

Something given, not something that was required or taken. Knowing that she’d willingly trusted me with all of herself, even in Del Mar, showed me what an amazing and resilient woman she was. I’d never forced her. I never would. That was the differentiation between unique tastes and abuse. A true dominant—the opposite of a submissive—understood and respected the fact that the submissive was the one with the true power. From our first meeting, the first time her golden eyes met mine, I never doubted that she was in control. I was captured by her spell.