Pampering My Beast Commander Novels & Stories

The sheer kinetic vibration rattled through the soles of Anna’s boots humming uncomfortably up her shins. "Commander," Torin rumbled. His voice was a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in the chest. As he spoke, his dominant Alpha aura flared outward, a suffocating wave of heavy predatory pressure meant to force a subordinate to their knees. It was a blatant challenge, a territorial line drawn in the frost. "You bring a southern stray into the keep? And worse... a stray that smells of an ancient line? The Legion doesn't harbor potential threats, Liam. She hasn't bled for the North and hasn't earned the right to breathe our air."

“Every pack needs a name to follow.” Maxim looked to Zara. Her slight nod steadied him. He bared his teeth in a slow, deliberate smile—a promise of strength, not dominance. “Call me protector,” he said. “Call me brother. Call me Beast, if you must. But no more crowns.”

Our senses awaken from the age of fourteen with enhanced hearing, eyesight, smell, healing and strength. Up until the age of seventeen we are all equal and depending on the beast you get your rank within the lair will determine your future. Sires usually get an indigo beast and rarely a violet one. A violet beast is the strongest one and you are feared and revered when you are blessed with one. Blue beasts are usually a sign that you will be a good second commander or just second in command of the liar, like the co-captain. Green beasts are specialized, they become doctors, trackers, investigators and so forth.

Victor : if you got to know who I am you'll be the first to leave here Commander : are you talking to me like that Victor : are you that special PRESENTLY.... The commander now knew who really that white man is and now he knew he is not special at all. Just like the white man said Commander : I promise to do whatever you want if you can please spare me, I have families look unto me. That need my help and me alive The lion walk in and just his footstep create sounds like an walking elephant His body get so bright that the commander use his hand to closed his eyes cause of the bright light victor is now shining

{“I will be your slave, I’ll die for you, no… I'LL LIVE FOR YOU! OWN MY ALL GREAT MAJESTY!” The male’s lovely voice booms across the place. “Fuck, he’s choosing the second option?” a young boy with a template written ‘15’ on it said in shock. The Competition for the companion of the great Berserker, the greatest and most unique of all kings ever had and the last ever Beastdom would ever have.

But her warm blood brushing my fingers felt so satisfying to both my beast and I, we ignored the command. Which was shocking since mom used her alpha command on us. I should be on my knees right now, I should be revealing my neck to my mother in submission but all it did was fuel my anger, fuel the burning hatred, fuel the blood thirst. My beast and I took in a whiff of the copper, stare into the soulless eyes of the girl who threatened Amelia and my mother's command did not shake me. We thirst for her pain, we thirst for her blood.

"Why did your beast pretend to be a stranger in the Condex terminal, Franklin?" I met his ferocious, lion-like stare with absolute stillness, my inner wolf refusing to drop its tail before his dominance. He's tracking my behavior? I thought, a wave of dark amusement hitting my core. If my lack of greeting insulted his high pride, why did he mirror the exact same distance while we were in flight? "You were the first wolf to mask your scent at the gate, Commander," I countered smoothly, my palms resting flat against his chest to maintain a fraction of space between us. "How could an unranked stray from the wildlands dare disturb the supreme watch of David Duskbane?"

"That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?" "He said his name is Dalton Reeves. He claims he's got it completely under control! But…" "But what?" Randall asked. "But he says the kid is completely hysterical. She's crying out for her dad. On top of that, the Belorian Tiger is starting to get agitated. "Your son, Tristan, is the only one who knows how to handle these apex predators. We need him to calm it down and secure the perimeter so the rescue team can get her out safely."

I was attacked at some point when I felt a stinging pain on my shoulder but still, I continued. "You should've done more research about the people you were coming to meet before you stupidly barge into my pack," I told the commander as I boldly stood with every one of my warriors while he had lost about twenty of his," He already yelled at his warriors to retreat. "This isn't over Commander Gabriel," I smirked while raging inside. My beast wanted a taste of his blood but I managed to calm him down and promised it'll be another day. "Trust me, I'm always ready for war," A wild noise came from my warriors. Blood-coated, angry men who wanted to survive, and anything that threatens their surviva

"The true moonrise gathering is tomorrow. You do not want your inner beast whimpering from a head-throb when we claim your heat. Come. I am tucking you into the nest." The moment the heavy wood door shut behind them, Kade Fenrir let out a low, predatory snarl and went straight for the stone weights, his muscles bulging as he unleashed his dominant rage against the iron. When his strength finally gave out, he gripped the support beam, buried his face in his leather-clad arms, and let out a raw, broken whine. I stood by the rough stone wall, quietly wiping a hot tear from my own jaw. My chest was tight, the sheer weight of his suffering too heavy for a Beta Commander to bear.