Lullaby Of Obedience Novels & Stories

“Every inch is ours. Every pulse, every twitch, every breath. You are claimed fully. Do not resist. Do not falter.” Aurelius pressed harder, amber eyes burning with fierce hunger. “Feel it. Our claim, our attention, our desire. Respond fully. Obedience is not only endurance. It is awareness under heat, under scrutiny, under claim.” Cassian pressed one last time, forehead resting lightly against mine. “You are present. You are aware. You endure and respond. That is obedience. That is claim. That is yours entirely under us.”

"You won't lose them. The filaments are a partnership, not a d******d. Whatever you remember, you remember as part of us." "You cannot guarantee that." "No. But I can promise that if you start to lose yourself, I'll pull you back. That's what Alphas do." The Utterance was silent for three heartbeats. Then, with a warmth that made the crystallized walls glow faintly amber: Then let us sing. Jack turned to Haley. "When the Utterance pushes past fifty percent, the Lullaby will begin. The sound will be in the Original Language. You won't understand the words, but your chaos energy will respond to the frequency. Don't fight it."

It was connection. When she’d touched Vale’s wound, she hadn’t just felt his heartbeat—she’d felt his memories. Flashes of the Council’s judgment hall, chains of silver around his wrists, the echo of her mother’s voice swearing an oath over him. And beneath it all, the same word that haunted her dreams: Obey. Lyra shivered, pulling the blanket tighter. The forest beyond the cave shifted. A faint sound—almost a whisper—brushed her ear. Lyra.

Humming. The tune is cracked, the rhythm broken. But I know what it is. Lira does, too. It’s the same song the Pit’s whelps used to murmur when they thought no one was listening. A lullaby with no words. Just the kind of tune meant to hush something in the dark. Lira’s shoulders go stiff. Mine do, too. My hand tightens on the blade at my hip. I don’t draw it. We don’t stop.

He remarks. "I don't understand the difference." I reply. "The key difference is that loyalty is described as having the utmost faith and allegiance to a cause, person, or government. Obedience however implies that a person complies to a demand regardless of their values or belief system." I furrow my brows in attempt to understand. However, Craig continues to explain in further detail.

“No. You won’t win, Dante. You won’t.” Sound snapped through the room and left a silence that tasted metallic. I expected the glass to quiver, perhaps even to splinter; instead it held, a perfect, unyielding shield between me and the rest of the world. My voice broke. My body trembled. It trembled with the aftershock of the realization that when you have been taught to obey, rebellion feels like a foreign language. The body remembers the obedience even when the mind does not. I slid down to the floor, pressing my back to the wall, knees drawn to my chest.

The Elders moved faster than I expected. Just three days later, Elder Eric called a pack assembly and announced the results in front of everyone. "Our investigation has confirmed that someone has been maliciously spreading rumors regarding Ella Slater," Elder Eric announced, his voice booming with authority. "The one responsible is an Omega from the Black family. She has confessed that she acted under Raven Black's orders." As his words fell, the crowd erupted in shock. All eyes turned to Raven, and the color drained from her face in an instant.

My treacherous body yearned for more of this sweet torture. "I can see it in your eyes that you want this too." He continued, a slight smile caressing his already handsome features. "You just have to say the word Lyla. I'll bend you everywhere and anywhere... Make you cum on my fingers and face. Make you wish you surrendered your entire being to me..." "Huh..." I was too stunned to speak, and my exclamation came out more like a moan.

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.

I thought I would be able to resist him the next time I saw him but I suddenly realized how big his hold on me was. When he saw me finding it difficult to reply, he chuckled and made his way to the bed where I was, his huge shaft dangling and dangerously rock hard. He stopped a few distance from the bed "Get down from the bed Mara and kneel" he said, his voice so sexy and dominant giving no room for questioning. It wasn't like this the first time we fuck. He was so loving then, so irresistible, so intoxicating leaving one to come craving for another. "Fuck!" I moaned, despite all these I felt my pussy throbbing and leaking more squirts. I tried to stop myself from responding to him. From obe