The Women Romane & Geschichten

I kick him again and all the women join in. " do you think you can come here and just hurt us well you got another thing coming jackass", says one of the women as she kicks him in the nuts and he howls in pain clutching his private area. " you don't hurt women and you definitely don't hurt kids", says another she wolf as she punches him in the jaw. These women are awesome.

Minah jumped in startled when Ava slapped the woman hard on the face. The sound of the slap reverberated off the walls. The impact made the woman's face turn aside, but still, Minah failed to recognize who the woman was. But one thing was for sure, she felt the pain from that slap as if she was the one who was being smacked.

Alpha Salem, with his keen hearing abilities, caught onto my words. “How?” I headed to the door, hastening to the common area where the women gathered after dinner. The common ground for women was a leisure space where they conversed and pursued various activities. I had never been part of this group since Royal Rules dictated distinct treatment for Royal Women. I located them – around 26 women – seated there, sipping coffee around a central fire for warmth. “Good evening, Luna,” one woman greeted, prompting others to pause their activities as I entered. “Having a good time? I asked.

he shouted, after me and I blew him a kiss in return while he dramatically staggered back like I attacked him. It made my heartbeat slow down a bit. I made it to the base described by a lady I had encountered in the elevator. Then I was accompanied by a brunette-haired woman whose lips are coated in her mouth after every sentence. She was talking like if she utters more than three words, she would be laid off. We got into a large room occupied by eight workers pressing away on their system and a huge projector displaying all the different royal brands. All of them were focused on whatever they were doing until the woman noisily hit the side of a vacant table with the bottom of her heel.

Fu," I say firmly. Immediately, I see how the women who seemed to be hesitating, approach me. The ants who were just watching, join in showing themselves so firm and scary that they don't look like the submissive omegas everyone is used to seeing. "What are you guys doing, you should be cleaning toilets or the floor!" shouts Mr. Fu. "Women help women. This is a message not only for the omegas, but, for every woman who being a wolf or not, has gone through humiliations from men who only hurt us because they know that complete they can't control us" says a woman from the domestic service.

Indeed, for someone as ordinary and inconsequential as herself to have forged a bond with someone like Wanda was nothing short of miraculous. Beyond Wanda, she was also friends with Daniel, Nathan, Cole, and Phoebe, who were from entirely different walks of life. "Aren't you Daniel's ex-girlfriend?" A woman's voice suddenly cut through the air, laced with disdain. "What a surprise to see you here." Both Sienna and the lawyer turned to look at the speaker.

She will be a hero like Nuri, fulfilling her dreams and building her army. "Women... who are women?" I muttered, thinking for the first time. "Women are women, we are just ourselves. Before we were daughters, wives and mothers, we were independent people. No one can ask us to do anything just because we are women. We have to live like men, to fight, to participate in politics, to work hard, to earn money, to enjoy pleasure, such as s.ex. If there are any rules in the world that are meant for women, such as chastity, then we will break those damn rules."

And fireworks? “I’m not fucking around,” one of the women said sharply. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and a lanky build. She put her arm around another woman who was crying. My eyes closed, and when I reached to open them again, they seemed to have disappeared. Restraints, always restraints. The monster pulled me deeper. “I have a responsibility,” the sharp woman said. She sounded like Paige, my Paige. Maybe she was my Paige. Maybe Paige was safe, close enough to touch, and doing what she did best: protecting the women around her.

She wore a ring on her finger, signifying her status, and her eyes sparkled with genuine interest. "I am Lena from the women's group," she introduced herself. Her tone was gentle, inviting, and I found myself relaxing slightly in her presence. "I don't know what that is," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed by my lack of knowledge. "Oh, you see, the women's group is a gathering of the wives and significant others of the shareholders in your husband's company," she explained patiently. "We organize events, support charitable causes, and generally help each other navigate the complexities of our roles."

Each one tugged at a different part of her soul. The first came from Women Rise International, a global nonprofit empowering women through trauma recovery and leadership initiatives. They didn’t want her as just a speaker—they wanted her to be the face of their continental movement. Five countries. Countless lives. Monthly engagements, a growing mentorship network, and the weight of expectation that came with such a role. It was prestigious. Purposeful. Life-altering.