Under The Dome Ebook Novels & Stories

Selena stood by the other side of the chair while Darius' wife, named Ava, who was one of the main werewolves of Selena's pack, came towards them with a few papers on her hand. She started to talk, telling everyone how the ceremony would happen and what was the reason behind that summoning. Bryce looked like he was about to murder someone. Selena had never seen him that angry before, and that wasn't something very hard to see. When Ava asked who was in favor to dethrone Bryce, Selena froze. For a second, she was afraid no one would raise their hands. A lot of people seemed scared about that. Maybe they thought there wasn't going to have enough votes, and Bryce could take revenge on them lat

“Where exactly?” “Patience,” he said, smirking even though sweat trickled down his face. “Alright, I’ve got the coordinates. Looks like… huh. The Dome Club.” I froze. “The what?” “The Dome Club. That underground bar is more than twenty miles away. The place is known for its rough crowd. It has a mix of humans with rogues there sometimes. Not your kinda place, Alpha.” A growl ripped from my chest. “What the heck is she doing in a place like that?”

The corridor led them into a massive underground dome. It was breathtaking. And terrifying. "We are in the middle of the Sahara," Luke whispered, lowering his rifle. "How is there a jungle down here?" The dome was filled with lush, thick vegetation. But it wasn't normal. The leaves were a sickly shade of purple. The vines pulsed as if blood was pumping through them. Giant flowers the size of car tires opened and closed, revealing jagged teeth. The air was hot and humid, smelling of sulfur and sweet rot.

“Ouu… Daddy.” I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t hear anyone approach. So when I opened my eyes and saw Damien standing in front of me, I jolted upright. My heart nearly stopped. I quickly tried to cover myself, my face burning with embarrassment. Damien simply stared at me. “What were you doing?” I swallowed. “Watching p**n.” His eyes dropped briefly to my lingerie before returning to my face. “And touching yourself?” I couldn’t answer. He took another step toward the bed.

I took a long gulp of the alcohol to wash away the confusion swirling in my head. Kallum chuckled as he helped me into the seat. “Relax,” he murmured, “this is nothing but premium treatment for the top Domme who just returned after a brief hiatus.” Lilith was top Domme in this underground sex den? What other skeletons could she possibly have tucked away? Before I could mutter a word of protest, he pulled away and got on his friggin knees. God. What, now? I watched in awe and trepidation as he picked up my boot-clad foot off the floor and slowly zipped it open. I tried to wiggle away, but he held on tight, violet eyes burning into my face. “Stay still, Goddess. Please.”

But Dominic was there. Leaning against the headboard like he owned not just the bed but the very air around it. Shirtless, all lean muscle and dangerous shadows, his legs crossed beneath the duvet like he was settling in for the long haul. He was reading a book—some thick tome about international finance—like this was the most natural thing in the world. I stopped dead in my tracks. "What the hell are you doing?" He didn't look up from his book, but I caught the slight curve of his lips. "Reading."

Her book club tote hangs on the back of the door that I just closed behind me, the canvas brushing my shoulder as I step inside, and the physical evidence of her life is layered over every surface of this room like a fingerprint I’m about to smudge. Dominic is sitting in his reading chair with his glasses low on his nose and a book open on his knee, and he’s wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons undone and his feet are bare against the hardwood, and the domesticity of the image – him in his chair, reading, barefoot, in the home he shares with my mother – is more devastating than any locked office door because this isn’t a stolen Thursday between classes. This is the inside of his li

Helena moved beside her quietly as she also scrubbed her hands. “You’re thinking too much.” She pointed out. Althea exhaled slowly beneath the surgical mask. “I know.” She whispered back. “Dominic is going underground right now, descending toward the Axis Gate. Toward Luca or toward something ancient and deadly beneath and I hate myself for not being there.” “I understand that.” Helena said firmly. “But, now, you need to focus, Althea.”

And somewhere beneath the city… The Dominion was waiting.

I sighed, letting the book drop—but then a couple of sheets stuck out from some page in the book, and when I took it out, I fixed my eyes on the drawings, and certain familiar words. “Dale plant…wolfsbane…werewolf…spare…hunters,” I muttered these words, partially reading in my mind. My heart skipped a beat each second, as I grabbed the book off the floor, there were more stuffs in there… Just then, I heard the sound of a gun cocked behind me.