Obey Me Sheep Novels & Stories

a sob works its way through me, making me shake. “Baby” he whispers the word, pulling me on top of him. He sits up, me in his lap as he cups my head. “You give me so much. Just being here with you. We don’t know if you can be marked again, and if you can’t? That’s something we will deal with when the information comes. But either way, I want you. I’ll always want you. I’ll be here as long as you let me Oaks. I want you "His words are raw, and they hit me hard.

Just the faint scrape of a chair as someone tried to sit straighter. I leaned back. My fingers tapped against the armrest. Slow. Rhythmic. A sound that would haunt them for weeks. “You want to survive this war?” I asked. “Then follow my lead. You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to trust me. You just have to fucking obey.” And one by one, they obeyed. Chins lowered. Voices silenced. Heads bowed. I didn’t smile. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t move.

“Yes sir, we understand.” “Good.” My guardian growled lightly, noticing that Sarah seemed displeased with his choice in allowing me to choose whether they aided me or not; his tone sharpening once more. “Instead, you will attend to any other duties that require your attention; whether it is kitchen labour or running errands, is that clear?” “Yes sir.” The three ladies chimed, once again bowing towards the ground in a sign of obedience and respect, a slight scowl forming across Sarah’s features.

She mumbled senselessly, “I’m Cumming! I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold it anymore.” The CEO kept fucking into her cunt as Sofia’s second orgasm hit. Her body was overwhelmed and twitched violently. Slick and her own juices were running down her thighs. Mr. Evidence slowed down and said with a cold tone, “Ride me, slut. Your turn to do some work. ”

The display of raw power was both terrifying and surprising, reminding us all of Noah's position as the leader Blackmoon pack. "Who the hell do you think you are, questioning me?" Noah's voice echoed with a commanding force. "I am your alpha, and you are obligated to obey my every order until the day you die. Do you understand, you worthless punk?" Jerald's face burned with a mix of humiliation and fury. His body trembled involuntarily, succumbing to the overwhelming weight of Noah's alpha prowess. It was a stark reminder of the inherent hierarchy embedded within werewolf society—the unwavering obedience expected from those beneath the alpha's mantle.

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.

I said because true dawn had arrived. "Sheep, tell me what an omega is," I commanded sternly, standing tall with my arms crossed against my chest. "Omegas are domestics…"

Oliver shook his head and tsked, “Forget these two, listen to me, little lamb. There are five rules you have to follow and obey while you live here with us and you are all good to settle down without worrying.” He held up his forefinger as he continued, “Rule number one. Do whatever is expected of you, in short, obey us. No questions, no delays, no disobedience. And it doesn’t just mean sex. You do exactly what’s expected of you, and you’ll be rewarded for your submission. Pleasure, comfort, maybe even kindness… Hell, maybe anything you want. I’ll give it all to you.”

"I told you, I have interests in Valemont. And as for my 'occupation'... let's just say I ensure that things stay in their rightful place. I’m a shepherd for those who have lost their way." "You don't look like a shepherd. You look like the wolf the shepherd was warned about." "Perhaps I'm both. Now, breathe. The Great Beast is about to take flight. Follow my lead." "Fuck, that drop—" "Focus on me, Ebu. Don't look out the port. Look at my eyes." "I can't... the pressure, it feels like the pack bond is snapping." "Nothing is snapping. I have you. Feel the weight of my hand. I am the earth, and you are grounded to me."

“Guys? Am I hallucinating, or is that sheep near the west slope a little hairier on the legs than the others? It’s also somewhat less round.” Getting up from the ground, still partially hidden by long grass, Zen crept closer using his stealth skill. The sheep behaved suspiciously, bowing and licking its crotch instead of sniffing the grass. That neck was slightly too flexible for a sheep. Alerted by Zen’s suspicions, Damian zoomed in from above and confirmed that the sheep looked odd. Oritha and Raiden who were now updated of the strange situation awaited further instructions from Zen who was close enough to confirm his suspicions.