Lullaby Of Obedience Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn't even want to see his instruments of torture. "Hi Kim, it's nice to see you," he said with a smile. His little angel face would melt anyone, but not me. My heart had an owner and it was called: Isaac, no other man in the world would tempt me to leave him. “Welcome Ezra, please come forward.” “What is this? Ezra asked lifting a doll off the ground.” "No idea," I replied, surprised. "Look at her," saying that, he passed the doll to me. It was made of cotton, but there were no notes on it. Had someone dropped it?

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

Lena's POV. Gina peers down at me with a look of disdain in her eyes. I meet her stare head on, I'm not going to cower and be weak. "My number one rule is obedience, you follow that and you may just be able to get out of here sane and whole. But if you don't I'd take pleasure in breaking you and drugging you until you're compliant. And another thing fail to do as I say and you will be punished and trust me you don't want that. Have I made myself clear?" When asks me, still looking down at me like I'm filth underneath her shoes.

I spat, every word torn raw from me. His grip tightened, fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise. The air around us seemed to shrink, heavy, suffocating. “I only have one rule, Isa. One.” His voice dropped lower, intimate and lethal. “Why is it so hard for you to follow? Obey me, and everything will be fine.” The scream inside me clawed for release, but I swallowed it down, my chest heaving. “I’ll obey,” I forced out, each syllable jagged and bitter, “but only if you let go of my Liliana.”

His lips curled, but there was no amusement in it. "Kneel." The command sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers twitched at my sides. I shouldn't. I wouldn't. He wasn't the type to tolerate hesitation. So, how could I refuse? One harsh tug and I was yanked forward, my knees slamming against the cold floor. He hovers over me, his presence choking, his dominance absolute. "You exist to obey," he murmured, reaching forward. His fingers brushed my throat, no tenderness-only possession as he fastened the chain around my neck. "And disobedience comes with consequences."

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.

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.

"Wait! Please! Don't kill me!" His eyes were filled with fear, and my brows furrowed into a frown. Something wasn't right. If he was truly terrified, why couldn't he shift back into his human form? It was obvious he stood no chance against any of us. "So tell me," I said, the axe still raised above my head. "Who sent you? Who is your leader?" The bravado instantly vanished from him, as his eyes darted around nervously. "We–we were injected with a substance called the Vial of Obedience," he finally confessed. "It forces us to obey our master, and it drives us mad and makes us ready to kill."

My heart beat faster. "Obedience," he said at last, his voice low but carrying. "Not the kind that comes from fear, but the kind that comes from instinct. From the trust. You either have it, or you don't." It was followed by Luna Zeina's voice that floated across the yard, cold and precise. "The Alpha will give his commands. You will obey instantly. Fail, and you will step out." The warriors brought forward small wooden markers, etched with runes and scent marks, placing them at different points across the yard. Some were high on posts, some were scattered low near the ground. I recognized them, signals used in battle drills to test your reflexes.

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.