Under Her Rule Gl Novels & Stories

He was simply controlling me from afar. That’s why I have a hard time buying Anthony’s promise to let me live my own life. He still has rules I have to follow. He will expect me to be the painted mafia princess turned mafia queen put on display when he needs me. I’m not naive or stupid. I know how the men are in the underworld, especially leaders. They literally ooze alpha male pheromones. They are dominant, controlling, and despicable even when they are being reasonable. Anthony is just giving me the same illusion that Nico did for the last four years. Men rule the world, and they reign supreme in the underworld. Women don’t have as much power in the underworld as they do in the legal world

The staff moved with the type of training one only saw in royal palaces or covert syndicate headquarters. It was glamorous. It was intimidating. It screamed one thing loudly— Power. Gloria’s power. Alessa’s stomach twisted. She had grown up in wealth, but this… this was a different kingdom entirely. A kingdom built underground, in silence, in secrets. And her mother ruled it. A female concierge guided her toward a private elevator that required no buttons—just a retinal scan. Gloria’s technology. Gloria’s money. Gloria’s empire.

The movement allowed me to have better reach to not only her chest, but her pussy too. My fingers reached down, tracing the hardened nub on her heat, she writhed under my touch, eyes falling close as I slowly trace my digits by her slick folds. “So wet…for me?” I asled, her hea dnodded slowly, and I groan in response. I needed to taste her sweetness. I pulled my fingers off.

While I was used to seeing her in casual clothes here, she was in a floor-length dark green velvet gown, similar to the one she wore when I first met her. Power flickers through the room, making everyone except my father and me tense. I look at her, unable to hide my worry, wanting to make sure she's mentally okay. She holds her chin high and meets no one's gaze. This, here, was the Queen of the Underworld, all elegance and all power. I watch everyone else relax as she reigns her power in

I murmur under my breath. Her eyebrows shoot up her forehead, and I’m almost afraid, thinking I might have overstepped. Given the strangeness of the circumstances, it’s easy to forget that I’m talking to the soon-to-be queen. She might be dressed in rags, she might be living in this dilapidated hut, and she might be under my protection, but she’s going to be the ruler soon. If there’s one thing I know about the ruling class, it’s that they don’t like being questioned. Hell, Werewolves are not even allowed to be in their presence, let alone question them.

“Queen of Lunas, vampires, Valkyries, and witches, giggling like a child over sweets?” Lilith did the laughing thing, where she vibrated while snapping her teeth. “It makes me even more impressed and surprised. You succeeded where no other woman ever did. You united hundreds of thousands—what’s left of an entire species—under one woman ruler. How did you do it?” “I told you the times have changed,” Thea said. “Mmm. Why has no one else done it then?”

Unpredictable. That night, as they lay in bed, his hand traced slowly over her bare shoulder. “They won’t underestimate you again,” he murmured. “Some will.” “And when they do?” Her fingers curled into his chest. “Then I’ll remind them.” His mouth curved faintly. “Violently?” She leaned up, brushing her lips to his. “Intelligently.” And in the dark The underworld had begun whispering again. But this time it wasn’t about weakness. It was about something far more unsettling. A king who had not grown soft. A queen who knew how to rule.

"I can't believe we're seeing his successor so soon." "She's gorgeous. And that presence! You can tell at a glance she's the future Alpha Queen." "Look at the shewolf standing across from her. She's dressed so poorly. She must have snuck in." "How dare she speak to our future Alpha Queen? Shameless!" The whispers lit up Emily's pride. She soaked it in, lifting her chin higher. When she looked at me again, the hostility in her eyes was no longer hidden. She shrieked loudly. "Guards. Get this shewolf out of here!"

‎ ‎I bet no one had dared to speak to her like an actual human being in her entire thirty-year career. ‎ ‎Around the table, everyone watched, suspended in a glorious, terrifying bubble of high drama. ‎ ‎“You clearly enjoy defying authority, Quincy,” she hissed, her fingers white where they gripped her pen. ‎ ‎“And you clearly enjoy torturing your workers,” I replied, matching her glare pound for pound. ‎ ‎ “But unfortunately for you, I’m fresh out of tolerance today.” ‎ ‎“Get out of my office,” she whispered, her voice trembling with rage. “Get out, Miss Hale. You are terminated.”

"The Society of the Eagle will never again enslave our people! We are Rome!" Hector beamed with pride at what Trix had said. Now everyone knew that the new empress would not be controlled, that she was not weak, she was every bit her father's daughter and even maybe more. She had lived like them, she knew their pain, she was one of them.Rome had a ruler that cared as much about it's people as she did about conquest.