Novel & Cerita Supremacy: The Indomitable Ruler

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

They no longer saw a human and a wolf; they saw a new kind of authority, rooted in endless desire and blood loyalty. At the height of pleasure, where skin burned and breath failed, Adreas felt the consolidation was complete. He was no longer the intruder; he was the pillar. Sam spilled inside him with a roar that erased any lingering doubt about who ruled those shadows. Their mutual domination sex had served as the constitution of their new world. The rules were now theirs: desire was sovereign, the mark was sacred, and possession was the only freedom that mattered.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

“I’m here to transform this company, to drag it kicking and screaming into the 21st century. If anyone has doubts about my abilities, or my vision, I suggest they tender their resignations now. Because I will not tolerate resistance. I will not tolerate incompetence. And I will certainly not tolerate anyone who dares to stand in my way.” The room erupted. Gasps, whispers, and indignant protests filled the air. My father’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, perhaps even a hint of reluctant admiration, in their depths. I didn’t care. I was done with playing by their rules. This company, this legacy, was going to change. And I, Alexander Miller, was going to be the one to wield the hammer. I

Professor Kaelven. He was the Supreme Lycan running our advanced combat seminars, an absolute beast of a man covered in faint battle scars, with a freezing glare that made the entire student body look like minor inconveniences. He also happened to be my best friend Maya’s older brother. The whole campus gossiped that he was a ruthless, cold machine who was entirely dead down there because he had never selected a mate or shown a flicker of interest in anyone. But watching the way his tailored shirt strained against his massive shoulders as he wrote on the board, my mind knew better. He didn't ignore females because his body didn't work. He ignored them because none of them were strong enough

“Your own manual rebels against you. For the Supreme is not allowed even a second of weakness.” The manual for Supremes was an amazing one and many would kill for it if they could use it. But just like every creature and every Peter, it had a flaw. And that flaw was the user. Supremes were born talented and had the entire universe at their feet. And that was reflected in everything that they did. Their walk was one of arrogance and their strides taken with the strength of a god who oversaw all things. And the Supreme Manual expected nothing less. Any situation in which the Supreme showed some weakness was construed as a display of his/her lack of worth to the manual. And in such situations,

I know what to do. What are you going to do? Train her with those memories, and she will wish never to remember them. That sounds horrible. Nathan, these are your children. Both Nathan and Diego have already reached the door away from Emily. She doesn't know what you are talking about. Besides, she has no clue about me. I am going to make her great, and many will fear and bow before her. She would rule over many, and men would obey her. Nathan said, smirking.

But it was still not enough reason for the Supremacy to be responsible in the rescuing of the lost student. The Supremacy was a hidden organization that gives information and moves for the better good of the Island Llfhame. The leader of the organization never shows their face and only Nathaniel Arammi was the known mediator of the Supremacy. It is said that this organization was old, old enough to witness the war hundreds of years ago. For that reason, it is treated as the hidden force of the Island. Aside from information, the Supremacy has its hand on the strongest warriors of the kingdom. The temple is also suspected to move under the orders of the Supremacy, although it was never proper

And with that my dream of reigning over the entire werewolf race became real. I have no shame to admit that I am a power-hungry man. I am obsessed with it. My appetite for power drives me. Today, I am at the top of my game. I am the Invictus. The man who conquered death and made it his bitch. I have spilled seas of blood to reach where I am today- mine and others and now that I am here I am not going to underplay my success. I fucking rule werewolves.

Now, it was ash. “From this day forward, I claim the title of Supreme Alpha,” I declared, my voice rising. “I will unite the packs, crush those who oppose us, and lead us into an age of great strength and prosperity. Under my rule, we will thrive as we’ve never thrived before!” Applause erupted from the select audience seated in the studio. My allies, my loyalists—they were the beginning of something far greater than the Council could ever comprehend. With a final glance at the camera, I offered a cold, victorious smile. “The reign of weakness is over. A new dawn is here.”