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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

"Look at that you can obey... And here I thought you were all dominant." "Dominance is the power you have over another without displaying it as well. Look how enthralled you are, a kitten desiring my attention so desperately... Do you think you are still in control or are you simply doing as I wish you to do." A simple mind game with some truth to it was enough to give her pause like she was believing herself in control. But she has only been feeding her desires which I have been controlling ever since the hot spring. Games like this are dangerous when the person supposedly in control doesn't realize they have released control before they even began. That's when she removed the blindfold whi

I say and they all look at me with utter shock. "It is not that easy. Dwayne is a very powerful Alpha with many followers," Sophia says. "That is what he thinks," Ms. Jenny says. "What do you mean?" we all look at her in confusion. "Alpha Jace has way many followers on this pack who believe in his rightful leadership. They have just been silent all these years. None of them want Dwayne. Not even other packs like him. They would do anything to support Alpha Jace," Ms. Jenny says. I look at Sophia and then at Ms. Jenny. Sophia gives me a knowing smile.

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.

To lucky. I generally talk to him, and he gives me his opinion on different state issues, but when situations occur where the rage or anger is so strong that it is difficult to control, the alpha that he is appears and tries to dominate me, to give him control. There, he goes straight to the confines of my mind, with no return. Yes, I exercise all kinds of control all the time.

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

According to Kendra, he was loved all around the entire werewolf kingdom. "Valentina," he called, his voice interrupting her thinking. "Yes," she responded with confidence. He was looking ahead towards the road again, and he looked indifferent when he did that. "What is your definition of dominance?" he asked. "It is the complete control over something or someone. I might be wrong but that is my own definition," Valentina said, still looking at him while he was still facing away from her. "Why did you ask?" she asked, curious to know why he had asked her that particular question out of many others that he might have chosen.

I glanced at the front mirror and noticed the driver stealing a quick, surprised look at us in response to my words. “My decision is what matters here.” He spoke with conviction, bringing our conversation to a decisive end. "You have no authority to govern me." "Just one day, please!" "Do you really want me to harm you?" Out of nowhere, I found myself lacking the desire to engage in a debate with him. The way he responded to me seems like he’s already pissed and wanted to punch someone. Over time, Adam's true character becomes more apparent to me.