Obey Me Luke Novels & Stories

“Vent out your anger on me like I’m your punching bag.” I climb down from the bed and march towards her. “Just shut up.” I dangerously come closer to her, my hand gripping her hair firmly, pulling her head back. As her breath hits my face, I realise she’s intoxicated. Realising she’s in no condition for a rational conversation, I pull her away from me and soften my tone slightly. “You’re drunk, Daisy. Take a bath and get some rest.” “From now on, I’ll do the opposite of whatever you say, Luke. I won’t obey your commands,” she slurs in a defiant tone.

I redirected my curiosity and inquisitiveness to rage. I turned to Luca, his head still bowed to the table. “Look at me,” I muttered. He did not flinch; he moved not a muscle. I did not know if it was because he did not hear me or because he did not want to obey, but I did not care. “Look at me!” I commanded again, this time a little louder than before. I spoke to one person, but the very single person at the table obeyed. Luca raised his head slowly and looked at me. He said nothing; his face was bland and expressionless.

“And… I didn’t think I could trust you.” A flash of something darker crossed his eyes. Without a word, his hands slid down to my waist, drawing me closer, and he began to trail gentle, lingering kisses down the side of my neck. My mind spun, caught between the heat of his touch and the soft hum of his breath against my skin. Suddenly, I felt a sharp nip as he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He sucked at the spot to soothe the sting, leaving a mark that seemed to claim me. He pulled back, a slight smirk on his lips. “That’s your punishment for not trusting me,” he murmured. “From now on, if you face any problem, you come straight to me. The first thought in your mind should be me. Unde

"What are you doing?!" "Shut up, bitch," Luke snapped coldly, not even bothering to look back at me. He remained on his knees, his hands flat on the floor in absolute submission. "Do you honestly think I would just waste my life for your silly, pathetic plans? The only thing I want is to be able to go back to my family freely. I have a legacy to continue. And all it takes for me to get that is to fall on my knees in front of the Queen—which I already did. So go to hell, Elizabeth."

She was looking affectionately at him, but the moment her eyes turned to me, they were filled with malice and iciness instead. I carefully poured the meat broth into Dobey's special bowl and gently blew on it to cool it down. Derrick only just seemed to notice me then, and he spoke in a condescending tone. "Come over and sit down to rest for a while after you're done, Jacob." Chelsea also unusually agreed to it, placing the plate and fork down in front of me. "Thanks for taking care of Ricky and Dobey these past few days." I lowered my eyes, a humble smile curving my lips. "It's my honor to serve Mr. Carpenter and Dobey, Ms. Herrera. It's no trouble at all."

They needed a way to try to control the situation. “Don’t fight him if he ever gets his hands on you. It will send him into a rage. Go still.” He paused. “If he sinks his teeth into you, don’t pull away. Don’t scream. Don’t struggle. Am I clear? He’s more animal than human right now. Show him absolute submission if you want a chance at survival.” She nodded, not trusting her voice at that point. His warnings put vivid images in her mind. The screaming part made her wonder how rough Moon would be if she did offer him her body. He was a really strong, big guy.

"You run no chance against us." I closed my teeth and held the blade in my palm, shivering. Beside me, Luke changed his position, his body coiled like a spring almost about to shatter. "You really think we'd just surrender?" he yelled back, his voice tinged with rebellion. You will have to kill us first. The guy laughed in a low, terrible tone. "That can be put in order." Luke drew me in and brushed my ear with his kisses. His tone intense, he murmured, "When I move, you run."

I linked him back when he approached me. "Then let me do it," he said, and I shook my head. "I do not plan on beating him, Luke. They say at the academy that the beta, gamma and delta will have to do the dirty job so the Alpha can remain clean. I might be Luna, Luke, but I still have the mind of a soldier. Watch Kirk, and I break this bastard." I said, and Luke stepped back, trusting me.

"What do you want?" Luke sat in a chair, his hands supporting a dragon-headed cane, chuckling as he said, "Blair, I want to hear you call me 'father.'" Blair squinted. Luke's mind seemed slightly off. However, Blair could not care about that now. Hearing what he said, he reluctantly called out, "Father." Luke burst into laughter, "If only you had been obedient earlier. Regardless, you're both my sons. Even if I'm ruthless, I would have left you a way out."

It just didn’t look that way when they were in front of us. I waited an hour in Luke’s room, but he didn’t come. What’s taking them so long? There were a lot of things on my mind right now. Luke respected his father. I could see it every day. He didn’t have to work for his father’s company because he had his own, but he still obeyed him. Luke had no voice in front of his father. His opinion doesn’t matter. He loves my mother because she understands him.