Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

I whined like a nine-year-old. "Well you are the Alpha and things like this could be changed if you want them to but surely you wouldn't want those rules to change?" she asked playfully tapping her chin. There was just something about her, she could make the most hideous moments sound and feel calm. "I do want to change but I don't know how to start," I said. "That makes you sound gullible and I don't like that for a man of your stature and poise, you can change these rules so you can matey whoever you want," she said.

Her earnings goes directly to her savings and the debt alone. No public display of affection without consent. Freedom of movement. She comes and goes without reporting her whereabouts. I was quiet for a moment. In twelve years of running Cross Empire, no one, no one had ever presented their own terms. Not in boardroom meetings and in places far darker than boardrooms. Men twice her age flinched under my scrutinity. But here she sat, holding my gaze and presenting rules. ''Ýou spent your night drafting this.'' I said. Something flickered in her face for a fraction. ''That is not relevant.''

one Elder began. “Yes,” she said. “I do. I presume to say: the rules that broke me, that nearly killed my child before she was born, that collared my mate and called it optics, that told a sixteen‑year‑old girl ‘you don’t get to say no’—those rules will not govern her future. Or mine. Or yours, if I can help it.” She looked up at the high windows, where the late light cut in hard angles.

“That’s why I needed the rules. To keep myself out of trouble.” “Needed?” Her brows knit together. “You’re saying you don’t need them now?” I meet her eyes. “I’m saying they don’t fit anymore.” Her pulse jumps — I can see it in her throat. “So … new rules?” “Maybe. And one exception.” She turns away, cheeks burning. Flustered. Cute. Dangerous. She goes quiet again, chewing slowly, like she’s tasting more than pancakes. And for the first time, I wonder if she’s seeing past the bad-boy headlines — past the rules — and straight into the cracks underneath.

She had just walked into the lion’s den—where the rules are mine, the pace is mine, and the only way to survive is to surrender. But she didn’t look like the type who would surrender easily. Perfect, and I like it. Let the real game begin.

“My pack, my rule. She knew better than to mess with me. My daughter is my number one and anyone who messes with her doesn’t deserve a second chance. I am being nice by just sending her out of the pack. I could have been more terrible.” Her face after I said those words could have made any other man change their mind but I wasn’t just any man and I am pretty used to being the evil one. Honestly, I don’t care. No one who messes with me or people I love should be left alone. It’s the one rule. Not even little Ms. Cutie would make me change my mind. Not even her look of hatred could move me.

She gasped. “You can’t!” “I do!” The room shook from the sound of his voice. “This is my pack. I make the rules,” he growled. “My people follow what I say. I won’t be pushed into anything. I’ll find my mate my own way. The elders can fuck off.”

I don’t mind them as long as they stay out of my business. I usually avoid people like that. I only speak when necessary. I prefer being alone to making friends. I have two loyal childhood friends who understand me perfectly. I prefer books over makeup and baggy clothes over fashion trends. I am not shy. I just do not like being in crowded places or the center of attention. I am content with my family and friends. That is enough for now. But everything changed when he finally noticed me. And I have to say… I. Don’t. Really. Like. It.

"I was going to let him, Daddy. Really. I had it all planned out for Monday morning. But... he broke my rules. He’s officially disqualified." I froze. . What rule? What did I do? "What rule?" Mr. Sterling asked. "He touched himself," she said, her voice turning icy. "He couldn't handle the wait. He broke the Golden Rules." My heart dropped into my stomach. Did she see me? Wait. Is she seeing me right now?

I replied. "Your rules" She repeated in a calm tone. She pressed a finger on her glasses, looking interested in the conversation. Maybe she will agree to this after all. She can't just turn this down. I don't want her to as that won't be good for someone like me with power, wealth and control. No girl ever turned me down, she's not gonna be the first. "And what rules are we talking about here?" She asked, looking very curious. "They are simple" I shrugged and I noticed her gaze went to my shoulders before returning back to my face "Being secretive, humble, managing feelings...."