Thirteen Obey Me Novels & Stories

I whispered, a single tear sliding free despite how hard I tried to hold it back. "Louder." "You're my Alpha," I forced out. He released my hair. "Better." I stayed on my knees breathing hard. My whole body ached. "Hands on your thighs," he ordered. "Back straight. Eyes forward." I had no choice than to obey, and I hated myself for it. He circled me again. "This is your first lesson. When I give you an order you obey immediately. You don't hesitate. You don't question. You obey. Understand?"

"Could something have gone wrong with the mods?" Dad was shaving when he heard that. His expression remained indifferent. "That's exactly how he's supposed to act after the mods—quiet, obedient, and trouble-free. Now, stop worrying about things you shouldn't. Just do your job, and don't give him any special treatment."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair at his right side, so the makeup artist can begin fixing my face. "First and for most is obey me. You already violated this rule for so many times but the next time you disobey me again I won't be tolerating it. Second is be neat and proper. Earlier you like a bird's nest, so the third rule will be applied too. The third and last rule is to be right on time, the reason why you look like a mess right now is because you infringe the third rule. I hate wasting my time, remember that. Time can't slow down itself understood?"

Eight argued back. Even though Olivia wasn't a member of the undead, she could tell who was smarter between Meek and Eight, while Meek was quiet and difficult to read, Eight's talkativeness made him less frightening, if she wanted to survive in this hellhole, Eight was the only one she could cling onto. " I will obey all your orders, Master Eight" she said submissively

- I say and my arms fall forward at finally being free. I threaten to turn around but he grabs my arms and holds me back to the wall with him holding me. - I didn't tell you to turn around. - He says close to my ear and I struggle to let go. - You must learn to obey rules and orders, of course, if you want to stay alive. "You will learn to obey and follow orders, by hook or by crook. We command, you obey" - I will not follow orders, especially from people who feel the authority of the place, from men. If you expect me to feel like a good puppy, spare your efforts, I won't follow you. - I say rudely to him who turns me brutally.

Before I was about to collapse I saw his brother Adrian running toward us in his human form with a very angry expression on his face. “Let go!” he hissed at me angrily and I couldn’t control the painful gasp that escaped from my mouth nor the jerky, forced movements as my hands released Alec instantly without my direction. He used his alpha command on me and forced me to obey, causing me to feel a trickle of pain before I was forced to submit to his demand. When an alpha uses his command you can’t not obey him, no matter what he orders. Werewolves are hardwired to always obey alphas. It was in our genes. If we try to fight it, it hurts us until we give in to the demand and obey it.

Thank heavens there’s an empty cubicle. Fuck! What was that? I thought the soup was supposed to prep me for the salad. I didn’t take anything heavy. So, why does my stomach hurt this way? “Aaaaahhh! Faster! Faster. Yess… Fuck me like you mean it, Bovi. Aaaah!” What the fuck! Why would any sane person be doing this and leave the door open like this? That’s Thirteen’s voice. I should get out of here before she sees me on her case.

They will come for me. “I can do whatever the hell I want with you. That is the social order of things. I'm an alpha, you're an omega. If I want to fuck you, I do. If I want you to clean my home, you clean it. Whatever I say, goes.” “I don't belong to you,” I say. “No, but we can steal you. And that's exactly what we're doing. By the morning, you won't care anymore who's giving the orders, just that you must obey.”

Why should this happen to me? “Leon, check him!” He ordered and before I took my next breath, a tall, hefty man was right in front of me. “Come with us!” “Huh?” I gasped. “Where to?” “My friend, you don't argue here. The sovereign unwritten rule here is ‘Obey before complain.’”

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*