Rite of Submission

Note to new readers:

A word to the wise before starting this story. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. This story should not be used as an example of proper kink ettiquett in any way, it is a work of fiction and does not include the less sexy side of negotiating a BDSM relationship. Any kind of forced submission is never ok. 

That said. If you think you may be triggered, this is not the book for you.

Other triggers may include crude/crass/vulgar/explicit language and details. At one point there will be some discussion on suicide and a time a character feels they'd rather die, so if you're sensitive to the subject of death or a feeling of hopelessness, parts of the story could be hard for you to read.

If your going to be the fact checker or trope police, this not the book for you. If vampires can sparkle in twilight, I can decide the world rules of my werewolves. I like history, myths, legends and lore, and I have borrowed some with a hefty poetic license to mold them as I needed to add depth to my world, so look up things at your own risk.

If you are the grammar or spellcheck police, you're welcome to stay and point out any mistakes for me. I still plan to come back to this story to make neccessary edits, so if you find something I missed feel free to point it out. As Goodnovel doesn't have a notification system for comments yet, it may take some time for me to find yours as I try to comb through, page by page, once a week to interact with you all.

I usually write while listening to music, sometimes one song on a loop for some scenes. If you're curious about what i was listening too while writing there is a list on Spotify, just search for the book title or GoldNPeachy and you'll find it. If you'd like to know a specific scene's song ask in the comments and I'll find it in my notes for you, I did keep track in case I need a mood refesher to rewrite any parts.

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Unofficial Editor credits to the readers that have taken the time to be my grammar police at the time of "completion" (I'm still making grammar edits): Cjallen24, George Calloni, Mylo, Noelle Mounce, Spacekonijn and the MVP: Sacha De Nijs

Prologue 

                Kalliope watched the three cubs, their laughter bouncing off the walls, as they scampered down the hall to play. None of them knew that it would be the last time they would see each other for many years and she didn’t have the heart to tell them. They were all so young and innocent still. None of them deserved the future that had been decided for them.

                “She’ll be fine,” Giorgos grunted, carrying in an armful of boxes. “You know that this is what has to be done to secure our safety, not just hers. Besides, she’s so young she probably won’t even remember them after we settle in.”

                She continued to watch them until they disappeared down another corridor. None of them would ever truly be safe if her brother found out what they’d done. All she wanted was to stay hidden and off of his radar. It was too late to take back any of it now. The papers had been signed and she couldn’t bring back the dead. She could just try and make sure she didn’t join them in the ground.

                She tried to put on a cheerful smile and pretend she believed her mate, “So you’ve been to the house?”

                “It’s a good house,” his smile dropped as his nose scrunched up in that cute way she adored when he disliked something, “we’ll be surrounded by humans, but it seems like a good quiet neighborhood.”

                “Living amongst humans isn’t a bad thing,” she shrugged, “at least they won’t be able to sniff out anything that could be detrimental to our lives. “How far from the territory line will we be?”

                He looked up from the box he was trying to tape together, “It’ll be several blocks, but they’re making a special patrol to keep her safe, but we aren’t likely to see anyone from the pack. They don’t want a target on her back and risk losing her to another pack.”

                She chewed on her lower lip, a nervous habit that betrayed her unease, making her mate frown. “No one is going to look for us on this side of the world. We’re safe here. Your bastard brother can’t make a move against us here even if he found us; not without starting a war.”

                “What will we tell her?”

                “Nothing,” Giorgos stalked across the room and pulled her into his arms, the only place she truly felt safe. “She doesn’t need to know about any of this. She can have a boring, normal life until she comes of age. With the stipend they’re giving us, she’ll never want for anything. When she actually needs to know about any of this, she’ll be a Luna. Tell me one little she-wolf that doesn’t dream of being whisked away by some big strong Alpha to be his Luna?”

                She couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped her lips from the memories of just such a fantasy that had brought them together. Their pack was gone now, and they narrowly escaped the slaughter themselves. “Our daughter will forgive us won’t she? One day we’ll be able to tell her why it had to be this way?”

                The scruff of his beard scrapped against her cheek as he bobbed his head up and down. “I pray for that every night before I close my eyes, and again in the morning when I open them.” He gave her a tight squeeze, holding her against his chest. “We can pray together for now on,” he promised.

                They stood consoling each other for a long while before he cleared his throat, “If we want to take any of this with us, we need to get packing. Once we leave tonight, we won’t be coming back until it’s time for the mating ceremony.” He released his hold and placed a kiss on her forehead.

                He was right. Their time was rapidly running short to collect their belongings. They’d been able to escape with so little and she refused to leave any of it behind. It’d also be easier to get their little girl settled into her new life. Her attachment to the twins would be hard enough to break so suddenly, the least they could do was make sure she had the comfort of familiar things around her.

                Swallowing her own discomfort and blocking out her fears she set to filling one of the boxes her mate had taped together. She’d make her daughter understand and forgive her some day. For now they were all hidden and safe. This was not the life she thought she’d have, but at least she would have a life to live.