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53: Sacrifice
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Everything about this just felt wrong. The meadow was the same. The trees surrounding the open space in the forest were the same. Even the full moon shining in the night sky was the same. But it was all so very wrong at the same time. Everything was deathly still and deafeningly silent. Even the sea of stars above refused to blink. A sense of dread was churning in my stomach as I turned in slow circles where I stood. I could feel that there was something or someone out there, but I couldn’t see anything but grass and trees around me.
If this was a dream, his dream, where was he? Every dream we’d shared, he’d always been right there, either beside me or within eyesight. Why would he dream about me standing alone? The one other time I’d been pulled alone to this place, I coul
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Rite of Submission 54: The Final Days of My Life
I’d started to think that he wasn’t going to show his face at all. Sophie’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning when he stepped through her doors. “Dimi?” her chair fell back on the floor, she stood up so fast. I couldn’t help but smile, watching her run across the room to tackle him. “I thought you said you couldn’t…” He cut her off, “Someone helped me free up just enough time to visit with you for a little while before I have to get back to work.” He gave her a hug, looking at me over the top of her head. She kept an arm around his waist as he walked her back to the table, as if she was afraid to let him go. He picked her chair up for her, pushing it in as she sat down. “Good morning Selene,” he didn&rsq
Rite of Submission 55: Selene
I knew this place. It was the void that had swallowed me up the last few nights in my nightmares. Had I been dreaming about my death? I didn’t feel the same sense of panic and dread that had me gasping for air when I woke up. This was peaceful, and serene; who would have thought that dying could be so comforting? ‘Has this life been so difficult that we welcome the prospect of death?’ a soft feminine voice mused. “I couldn’t take the pain anymore,” I answered back, my voice sounded meek and small in this endless void. Melodic laughter reverberated around me, &l
Rite of Submission 56: The Cost of a Curse
The goddess wearing my face looked at each of the twin as if she was trying to determine each of their worth, ‘Even after all they’ve suffered us to endure?’ She shrugged nonchalantly, the movement looking strangely elegant on her. ‘We cannot just create a mate for each of them out of thin air, not unless they’d like to wait a few decades.’ “What about all of the female shifters, they don’t have mates, can’t we just…” I waved my hands around like I was pairing them up with new mates. She laughed softly, ‘Of course they have mates,’ she patted me on the head, like a small child. ‘
Rite of Submission 57: Harsh Truths
I felt like I was being crushed between the two siblings, making it harder still to breathe through their scents. I could only hope that my senses were just overactive from the events of the last hour or so, and this wasn’t going to be a permanent thing I had to get used to. Pulling myself out of their arms, but still leaning against him a little to stay upright, I asked again, “No, really, where are we?” Sophie looked me over and blushed, reminding me that I was stark naked. “It’s a vault our father built to hold our mother while she shifted.” She walked to the panel on the wall, laying her palm flat against the glass making it light up. There was a sliding sound in the wall, and when the panel beeped she pushed against the concrete wall, making it open up to the adjoining room. “Your mother could shift?” I shot Dmitri an accusatory glare, as I followed her through the opened wall. We stepped into their parents’ suite. Sophie snagged
Rite of Submission 58: Cards on the Table
I waited for Sophie to close the doors behind her, before I headed off to find an unoccupied room. “We need to finish our talk, if you don’t mind.” I nearly had a heart attack when I heard his voice beside my ear. I hadn’t even heard him leave his parents’ suite, the sneaky bastard. “No. It’s late and I’m tired,” I complained, turning to face his bright blue eyes. “You’ll either have to hope you can fall asleep and dream with me still or wait until morning, Dmitri.” I stepped aside to put some space between us. “This can’t wait,” he pivoted with me, leaving the gap between us, but also stepping in the way so that I couldn’t just pass him. He opened the doors to his own suite. “After you,” he gestured to the room beyond. I stood there staring into the dark room as I debated with myself about what to do next. It felt like I was about to cross a line one way or the other, and yet no matter what choice I made, I knew that the conversation
Rite of Submission 59: Romulus and Remus
Neither of us had slept, having spent the rest of the night talking as we lay on the bed together. It was weird to have him still fully clothed, lying over the covers while I was naked under them. But it had been the most intimate night we’d spent together. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing the back of my hand, “Are you still sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to change your mind.” I shook my head, “I’m not going to change my mind, no matter how many times you ask.” I gave his hand a light squeeze. “Maybe you just want me to back out because you’re having second thoughts now.” “There isn’t a force on earth that c
Rite of Submission 60: Lupercalia
I’d asked Sophie to help me pick out the right outfit to wear. There was an expectation for the Alpha to dress in black and his Luna to wear all white at formal events. It was a visual representation of their duality. I still hated wearing white, always afraid it would get dirty. She’d picked this blouse for the bare back and sleeves that were slit open from my wrists to my shoulders. The open spaces showed off the necklace and cuff they’d given me. She let me swap out the tight pencil skirt for a pair of dress pants. Being able to shift should keep my body running hot enough for the crisp winter air not to bother me, and if I got cold, she teased that I could always snuggle with Dmitri. She’d pinned my hair half up with opal set pins, my curls cascading over the shoulder opposite of the cuff. We kept my makeup simple, just trying to highlight my green eyes. “I wish you guys could see how good you look together!” Her beaming smile brightened the whole
Rite of Submission 61: The Alpha's Mate
Mostly everyone had cleared out of the stadium, following the parade of the champions into the tent to feast or the fairgrounds too celebrate. I wished that I’d been able to see Nathan’s face when he found out that Sophie had won their bet. Better, I wish I could’ve seen her face when she rubbed it into his. Instead, Dmitri and I were heading into the flurry of chaos at the center of the field. It was taboo to do a Mating Ceremony on Lupercalia, even though it was considered a celebration of fertility; it was like human’s who get married on Valentine’s Day. The ceremony was a lot like a wedding, but wolves weren’t usually extravagant about it. It would have been nice to make it a private affair, but he was the Alpha and I was essentially royalty, making it impossible to do a quiet ceremony. There was no way to know how much time we had before word spread, beyond the pack, of my lineage. Fortunately, my celestial ties seemed to be a secret that only I k
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Rite of Submission Rite of Power
If you've enjoyed following Selene's jouney so far, I wold like to invite you to continue with her as she explores what it means to be an incarnation of the moon goddess in "Rite of Power" I am posting it as it's own story and until it passes through the application stage, the only way to add it to your library is through the mobile and PC website for Goodnovel. I have already posted the first 3 chapters and will be contining to post 3 chapters a week, one each on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. The only reason there is more beyond Rite of Submission is because of all of you. (and my beta readers who practically screamed at me that there had to be more). I hope to see all your wonderful comments and notes there. If you haven't noticed yet, I do actually look through and read your comments, even the ones correcting my grammar. And that brings me to a very special thank you to the unofficial editors: Cjallen24, George Calloni, Mylo, Noelle Mounce, SpaceKonijn and the MVP: Sacha De N
Rite of Submission 70: Alpha of Alphas
In the week leading up to our formal introduction of me as an Alpha to the rest of the world, Nathan had doubled down on my training sessions. We had our one on one sessions in the morning, group sessions before lunch, and sparing matches in the evening before dinner. The sparring matches had become something I looked forward too, even though most of the 2 hour span turned out to be a second one on one with Nathan. To keep any potential sparring partners from holding back, we’d added a unique incentive. If they could pin me, and get me to tap out, they were given a day off of all their regular duties. If I got them to tap out in less than 5 minutes, they spent the next day doing all the worst duties. The first day had brought a lot of eager challengers. Unfortunately, I’d learned to be
Rite of Submission 69: Fight Like a Girl
As promised, I’d begged for most of the night, but not for forgiveness. Even with my healing abilities, I woke up with sore, protesting muscles and flaming red buttocks. It made it that much more difficult to slip out of bed without waking him as the sun started peeking over the horizon. I wanted to try to actually learn how to train today, before training in a group with Sophie and the newly selected female enforcers. I’d had to pour the sway on extra thick to get Nathan to agree to meet with me without telling Dmitri about it. “You said sunrise,” he grumbled as I made my way into the sparing room under the house. “Careful Beta,” I warned, knowing it irked him to b
Rite of Submission 68: Alpha
‘Sophia would like to know if you two are going to be indisposed all day,’ Dmitri’s groan told me that Nathan had linked both of us and awoken him as well. ‘Has she had breakfast set up in her rooms,’ his thought sounded more annoyed than he felt as his mouth kissed my shoulder, making my skin tingle. ‘No, Alpha,’ Nathan sounding just as annoyed, ‘As per your mate’s suggestion, she’s had our breakfast meeting set up in the main dining room today.’ I wondered if he could feel my eyes roll through the link. ‘Coffee,’ I tr
Rite of Submission 67: Mine
I found myself breathless, with my face smashed into the mattress. Struggling, I sucked in a breath to cope with the burn that radiated across my stinging buttocks, as his hand connected to shove my whole body forward; sliding me off of his expended member. The sudden emptiness made me acutely aware of the dull ache throbbing between my legs. My legs felt like limp noodles, not responding to my attempts to stand or at least roll over onto my side. “Haven’t you had your fill yet?” he practically snarled. My endeavors to assure him it was only me now died as muffles into the bed. The sound slap on my ass ripped a sharp cry from my throat. ‘It’s me! It’s me! It’s
Rite of Submission 66: Dark & Twisted Delights
I feel asleep with a sense of serenity I’d never felt before. Waking now and stretching my arms, I can’t help but worry if I’d dreamt it. Blue eyes, not black pools when he said he loved me. I jerked upright when my hand found only empty space beside me. ‘Dmitri?’ I tried to picture his face as I reached my thoughts out to him. Relief settled over me like a warm blanket, ‘Welcome back to the land of the living, Princess.’ I could feel his relief as well, ‘You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll wrap things up here and be up in a few minutes.’ I settled back into the pillows, feeling like I could float up to the ceiling at any moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so content,” his adoration washed over me, with a tinge of jealousy. My cheeks hurt from smiling so big, “You love me,” butterflies swirled in my stomach as he looked down at me. He frowned, “Have I really made you question that?”
Rite of Submission 65: Broken
To much time had passed and he was still just staring at me with a blank expression as I knelt there holding his hand in mine. One of us needed to say something eventually. I had a limited number of options before me, and I’d need time to prepare either way he decided. A knock on the main doors derailed my train of thought. His face was still blank, “I’ll go see who that is, and what they want,” I whispered, setting his hand on his thigh. Still nothing from him, sighing, I climbed off the floor and made my way to the sitting room. I opened the door to a very cheerful Sophia, “It sounded really quiet, so I thought I wouldn’t be interrupting,” she gave me a wink with a cheeky grin, “I planned for us all to have brunch instead of breakfast since the morning after a full moon tends to run a little later than normal, aaaaannnnnnd…” she wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. “Oh, um…” I quickly pulled her inside and shut the door behind he
Rite of Submission 64: Pay the Piper
The sun peeked over the edge of the horizon just before we started making our way back down to the clearing. Nathan and Dmitri had been quiet the last few hours. I assumed it was because they were having a conversation the rest of us weren’t meant to hear. I didn’t know if I could listen in, or even if I should try. It wouldn’t be fair of me to keep my own secrets but intrude on theirs. ‘Anyone want to race down?’ Blake found new enthusiasm as the sky changed to a bluish-pink. ‘I’m game,’ Lalita challenged, his cheerful attitude seemed to perk her up as well. They set off down the hillside, followed by a handful of enforcers and most of the females. The
Rite of Submission 63: Wolves in the Woods
I let myself fall slightly behind; then kept the pace to maintain the gap. Dmitri, Blake and the female wolves kept pace with me as the rest of the enforcers ran together ahead of us, Nathan at the head of their charge. It was a long way to the rocky shelf that they ran up the hillside too every run. Dmitri had pointed it out on a map for me the night before, and I was just enjoying the feeling of wind in my fur and dirt beneath my paws as we ran. ‘You’re toying with him,’ Dmitri accused. ‘Only a little bit,’ I teased and picked up my pace for a moment to close the gap a few feet. ‘He’s going to be very grumpy for days,’ He teased back. ‘I warned him, you warned him,’ I mocked. ‘6, Princess,’ he warned, but I could feel his amusement. We continued through the trees, racing up the slope, closing the gap a little more every so often. When our group was a few feet behind the enforcers, Na
