She Rules, They Obey Novels & Stories

Our daughter's security was assured. The price of vengeance was exacted in the only manner I knew. "Respect. It is not a request, it's a demand. Extend it to me and, more crucially, to your Queen, Rebecca Cavalieri. Disparage her, and you'll breathe your last. She is your superior. Obey her like devoted hounds," I growled, a reminder etched in their minds. Bowing ensued, obedience symbolized. A fleeting smile graced my lips.

Her breath hitched. “You are my assistant,” I said, leaning forward slightly. “You work for me directly, not for anyone else. You answer to my court, not theirs. You only have to obey me.” She nodded rapidly. “My people are not toys for them to move around as they please,” I added, my tone sharpening. “You are the leader of my team. If you allow them to treat you like that, how do you think the rest will see it? They will become afraid too. They will start obeying them instead of me.”

"Rule two: You will obey every command without hesitation. Disobedience or sass will earn you a spanking. The severity will depend on my mood." A shiver ran down my spine. "Yes, sir," I replied, my mouth suddenly dry. Sebastian's hand slid from my throat to my chin, tilting my head back so I had to meet his intense gaze. "And rule three," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "sass or back talking of any kind will have you spanked. Immediately." I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips. "Is that so, sir?" I challenged, unable to resist pushing his buttons.

I came to a halt when I remembered what he said to me in the car. "I—ah! I mean, what are those rules exactly?" I inquired as I attempted to change the subject. "Okay, so here are some rules that you must rigorously obey in all circumstances, even if you don't want to, or else the repercussions will be dire." As she began to explain, I nodded. "First and foremost, never, ever speak up unless he asks you to, and never, ever talk back to your master. Second, understand that their orders are final! This must be done carefully and correctly.

She’s pretty… She looks younger in person… I kept my chin up and kept walking. Brayden didn’t slow until we reached the top floor. He pushed open double doors and motioned me inside. His office was massive. He shut the door. “Rule one,” he said, crossing to his desk. “You answer when spoken to. ‘Yes, sir’ only.” I swallowed. “Yes, sir.” “Rule two. You do not speak to my staff about me or our relationship. Ever.” “Yes, sir.” He stepped closer. “Rule three. If I give an order, you obey immediately. Without hesitation. And if you disobey you’re terminated immediately. Clear?”

I say, she can’t keep running around fighting with her brother or us. “What rules?” she says shocked. “No fighting,” Me and James say at the same time, that’s her first rule. “Fine,” she whines. “We’ll go from there, obey us, and do as we say,” I say, deciding to go easy on her. “What he said,” James says making me smile, we’re agreeing on things finally.

Because of the fire that lived behind her eyes, the same fire that now held an entire chamber of leaders on their knees. Caelan raised his head again, slowly. The Alpha in him bowed, and the man followed. His hand fell open at his side in surrender. A silent promise. She may not rule, but he would serve. She raised her arms and let her magic rise until every person in the room felt it settle in their bones—a deep, reverent knowing that she was not meant to be explained. She was meant to be obeyed. And still, she did not ask to rule. She only said:

Their leader whom I guess said "Uhmmm, it Cheryl, I just said it like right now," "It obvious she don't know the rules," one of her minions said "I see, well look here ugly bitch, these are the rules." she begins, while I pick silently on my nails. "Rule one, Do not talk wherever I am-" I cut her off saying "I'm kinda hungry can we deal with the rules later plsss," I said holding my both palms together in a pleading manner, and now she looks like a mad lion.

Her hand dipped into the box again, this time pulling out a folded piece of paper. “I figured you might need a reminder,” she said, unfolding the paper and holding it up for me to see. Rules of the Loser (Omega): 1. Absolute Obedience: The Omega must follow every command issued by the Alpha, no matter how demeaning, dangerous, or humiliating. Disobedience will result in public punishment decided by the Alpha. 2. Servitude: The Omega forfeits all personal rights and becomes the Alpha’s servant, performing tasks regardless of how degrading.

She’s listening, just barely, but it’s a start. Koa steps forward quietly, his voice measured, unassuming but firm. “Rules exist to protect you. Obey them, not because I demand it, but because your life depends on it.” His gaze sweeps the trio, and they flinch, some instinctive respect for him forming even as their defiance simmers.