Your Wish Is My Command Book Novels & Stories

he muttered. I gave a quiet hum and responded flatly, "I'm fine. Go and take care of Ms. Stewart." He froze, clearly taken aback by my indifference. Wayne, who was used to being in control, was visibly irritated by my repeated rejection. But seeing my pale face, he kept his anger in check. "I had Maria prepare some nutritious food for you. Eat a little." Noticing the shrimp scampi in the lunchbox, I gently pushed it away. "There's no need. I—"

his eyes twinkled "really?!" "Yes I am under no command to keep my mouth shut, and besides who else better than me to answer them?" "Command? what do you mean?" I asked him as he walked over and took my plate to fill it back up with more fruit "An Alpha command prevents anyone under it from speaking or doing whatever the Alpha who placed doesn't want, or in some cases makes them do what they want them to, Only Fenris is able to Alpha command anyone though since he is a Primordial God"

Of course, he didn’t want his hands dirty, so he didn’t have any with him. So I brought two, but they were no longer wolfsbane. I had studied the texture and color of it and asked Mindy to find me something that would end up looking the same. Ever since I found out I could roll off a command, I’ve been abusing it as well. My only consolation was that I knew I was using it to save people and not myself. I knew Mindy had questions the moment I rolled off the command, but like always, she never asked anything. She was smart enough to know that a slip of the tongue might cause us both something.

I asked her, and she did not even hesitate before answering. “Yes.” I cannot deny the hurt that single word brought me. but it had to be done. “Then your wish is my command.”

“I must admit that the kingdom of Wahala turned out to be better than expected. Rich soil, green pasture, and warm and welcoming weather. Of all the four kingdoms I have conquered, this is the one that looks habitable.” “Good, because the ground of Wahala will forever be your resting place,” Xavier replied, matching his cockiness. A smirk appeared on Damien’s face, and it didn’t leave. “You believe you can win this war?” “I do not only believe; I know Wahala will win this war.”

Was this coming from him? She didn't need to be told twice when to drop something so she asked another question. she would come back to this later, but right now she had to get as much information from him as he was willing to give. Who knows when the next chance might come? "Okay. So what about your whole command thing? How does that work?" His eyes glanced at her. “It's a direct command from me to your wolf. Stronger than sacred alpha word binding. Whatever I say to your wolf becomes the only important thing to your wolf,”

I can't describe his annoyance because of me. "Aren't you moving yet? Do you still want to sleep, huh?" The commander had a half smile, obviously not happy about my sleeping. "Commander- "Get out now!" I closed my eyes when he shouted loudly. I'm dead! "Here. I'm coming out. Don't shout. I just fell asleep,you know" I answered with a grimace. I crawled out from under the sink. "Orenciana!" The tiger is pissed off!

Slumping against a boulder, I booted up the encrypted communicator to send out my final transmission. Then, I thought of so many people. I thought of the lonely streetlamp outside the orphanage, of the New Year when Nathan and I shared a single bowl of instant pasta, of him kneeling by my hospital bed and saying, "I only want you." I also thought of the view of his back as he carried Veronica out of the fire. In the end, I thought of my parents and of the words carved on their tombstone. "My body belongs to the nation, and my heart belongs to you."

Finally, I spoke, my voice low and deliberate. “You don’t need my permission,” I said, “but you do need to remember your place. And your place, Riley, is under my command. You signed that contract. You made a commitment. And as long as that contract exists, I own you.” His eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. But then he seemed to think better of it, his lips pressing into a thin line as he lowered his gaze. Good. “Now,” I said, my tone lighter but still authoritative, “do we understand each other?”

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.