บททั้งหมดของ A Slave To Submit [Alpha + Omega Romance]: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ronin paced back and forth, raking his hand through his hair, clenching his fist so tight that blood dripped between his knuckles. His first-rank council members surrounded him, with equally frayed nerves. Lucien was gnawing on his last fingernail, Maia was bouncing in place, and Nikolai stood still as a statue, tracking every movement under the pavilion. Caius, Xander, and Thaddeus focused all their energy on preventing him from going after Derith. Growling, Ronin shoved at Caius, “Damnit, she should’ve woken up by now. It’s been half an hour.” “Hey, there’s still 30 minutes left. Be patient. Remember time passes differently in the Soulscape and she is on a very dangerous quest.” He moved with Ronin, using his body to block any view of Derith. “If she dies, Caius… I am going to make Derith wish he was dead.” “Derith is untouchable right now.” Xander blocked his line of sight, crossing his arms, “If you kill him, there will be anarchy. Even if we assassinated him, all fingers wou

Dammit- He caught her.'Tell him I'm a shadow and I'll Kill you.' Liora gripped Nikolai’s throat tightly, sending him the mental warning a split second before Ronin descended upon them.He ripped her away from her snack and sent her flying across the room. Air left her lungs as her back slammed into the closet door, breaking the mirror in the center. Shards fell around her where she crouched, littering the sheer gray carpet.“Alpha, this isn’t what you think-”“No?” Ronin slammed Nikolai into the wall adjacent, his claws digging into the Delta’s chest. “I knew that you and Liora were close but I didn’t think you would actually fuck my mate–!”Liora stalked over, pushing Ronin back and getting between them. “Back off Ronin. He’s mine.”Some of the rage drained from Ronin’s expression as if he was now finally starting to understand what was happening. “Liora. Your eyes.”“Hmmn, yes dear. We’re a matching set now.” The corner of her mouth turned up ruefully.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Liora fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, gripping Ronin’s hand tightly as the elders busied themselves preparing him to enter the Soulscape. She admitted the last few days were a roller coaster of crazy. Heather dying, Saberlon revealing himself to the Society, her doing the walk of death and Ronin finding out her wolf was corrupted after she had a breakdown. It was a lot, but they were sorting through everything and finding normalcy again, only for Ronin to declare that he wanted to have a tête-à-tête with his wolf.“Relax, Liora. I’m going to be fine.” He gave her a small smile, adjusting his head on the velvet pillow an elder carried for him.“You can’t promise me that.” She shook her head. “I spent one hour in there equated to two months. You want to spend three days, that’s like spending an entire year in hell".”“You were on a specific quest that caused you to experience difficulty. I’m going to talk with my wolf and see if I can get some answers to help us understand and perh

It was a ballsy move, but as soon as Ronin was down, Liora took it upon herself to call an emergency meeting with the entire council. Yes, Ronin had left Caius in charge, but she was Queen. And no one trumped the Queen.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Maia said nervously, trailing behind as they headed toward the conference room. “This won’t exactly win you points with some of our more… traditional council members.”Liora smoothed a hand over her pencil skirt, “I’m not here to win points.”“Well, you already know you’ve got my vote.”“Thanks, Maia.” She took a deep breath before entering through the double doors.The conference room was larger than the others she’d seen or been in. A large round table dominated the space, the surface covered in black hecatolite. It was carved to look like a beautiful obsidian moon, with a belt of indentations where council members could cast their votes. They all stopped what they were doing when she entered, stood, and bowed.They kept their hea

Even though it was a memory and Zeus couldn’t see him, Ronin wanted to prostrate himself before the all-mighty deity. His hair was the color of sunlight, cascading down his shoulders. Sharp cerulean eyes were pleasant towards the townsfolk but still held a hint of danger. He wore deep purple robes with a golden belt secured around his waist. He walked barefoot towards the elaborate throne set up on a dais in the middle of the forest clearing.King Lykaon was perched on a much lower throne, grinning from ear to ear as he ordered the musicians to resume playing. Ronin scanned the crowd for any sign of the Royal children, uneasy about the plan he had overheard.‘Oh! This is my favorite part.’ Kaon interrupted his thoughts, popping a grape in his mouth. ‘Can’t imagine why,’ Ronin glowered, observing from the shadows. Six servants carried a large platter of offerings and set it before Zeus. There were several pastries and stews, fruits, wine, and cheese. The centerpiece consisted of a lar