Submitting to the Alpha (Submission Book 1)

by Emilia Rose

  I wouldn’t be surprised if she accidentally tripped over a vine and accidentally sprained her ankle, just to get more of his attention.

  She started yakking about how she planned to work really, really hard this week because she had been dreaming of being the strongest warrior wolf in this pack. Like she didn’t bully me in middle school for wanting the same thing. She wouldn’t be able to last a single practice if they amped up the intensity for her like they had done with me.

  Roman gave her his full attention, smiling and staring and even flirting with her. I growled under my breath, leaping over a vine and ducking under a tree branch.

  I pushed myself harder, faster, farther away from them. Not wanting to even hear a sentence more of their conversation. Her voice was so shrill, so utterly shrill.

  Everyone was already stretching when we reached the practice area. I pressed my lips together, breathing heavily out of my nose, and walked straight to Derek. “If I hear another word out of her mouth, I swear I will cut my ears off.”

  Derek eyed Vanessa and Roman as they finally made their way to the practice area. She gazed at me, fingers brushing against his forearm. What was her problem?

  “Is someone jealous?” Derek asked, pulling his knee to his chest to stretch.

  I crossed my arms. “Jealous of her?” I asked, watching her talk to some other warrior wolves. At least she wasn’t hanging off of Roman’s arm anymore. “No, she’s just annoying.”

  He rested his forearm on my shoulder and tugged on a strand of my hair. “Mmmhmm, that’s what they all say.”

  “You know, sometimes I hate you,” I said. Derek gave me a cheeky grin, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

  Roman cleared his throat. “Get into partners. One warrior wolf with one trainee.” He gazed at me for a quick moment, and I thought he would walk over and partner with me. But then he turned toward Vanessa.

  I stifled a growl, not wanting to seem jealous. Because I wasn’t. No. I wasn’t jealous over the most annoying try-hard here.

  She grabbed his waist, her hands clasping behind his back, trying to take him down. Her breasts pressed into his chest, rubbing on him like she was his.

  I hated her.

  My wolf was jumping around inside of me, begging me to let her free so she could do whatever she wanted to her. I controlled my innate urges, gazing at Cayden from across the field.

  I walked over to him, determined not to let Vanessa or Roman get in the way of what I had studied last night in the bath. No letting Cayden push me around like he did yesterday. I would put up a fight.

  He barreled toward me, arms curling around my knees to try to take me down. I looped my arms under his, turned him onto his back, and slammed him onto the ground, his head nearly bouncing off of the dirt. He rolled onto my stomach and dug his fingernails into the dirt, struggling to push my bodyweight off of him.

  “Damn,” he said. “I expected you to go easy on me like you did yesterday.” He winked and rolled me over onto my back.

  I held a strong wrestling base, all of my strength, and escaped his hold. Before he could throw me onto the ground again, I stood all the way up and shook my head. “I’m prepared today.”

  He headed in for another attack, this time a punch-jab-hook combo. I ducked under each one, avoiding contact. He grabbed my wrist, trying to break my stance, but I continued to resist him.

  Sure, I hated getting ragged on while everyone got it easy. But, if someone was going to go hard on me, then I wanted it to be Cayden. After Roman, he was the second strongest warrior in this pack. If I could fight him, I could fight anyone else here.

  We wrestled for the next half-hour, not even stopping when everyone else rested. Maybe it was the way his lips were so close to my neck or the way his body was grinding against mine with each move, but I caught Roman glaring at us during practice. Each time he looked over, he was angrier.

  When Roman announced that we would end in two minutes, I faked Cayden out, pretending to go in for another takedown, but throwing him over my hip instead. He landed on the ground with a thud and smiled up at me. “There’s that warrior that Roman always talks about.”

  I arched a brow and helped him up. Roman talked about me—about my warrior abilities? Since when? What did he say?

  “I expect you to throw me around even more tomorrow.” We walked over to our bags, and Cayden grabbed a shirt. “You’re the most skilled trainee here.”

  “Well, Caydee,” I said, gazing over my shoulder at him. Roman stood a few feet away, staring at me with those golden eyes. “I’ll be ready for you to go extra hard on me tomorrow then.” I tossed my gym bag over my shoulder and winked, walking right out of the training area toward Derek’s car and right away from an angry alpha that I knew I would see later tonight.

  Chapter 7

  Isabella

  I brushed my fingers against the Moonflowers on my windowsill, smiling and inhaling their natural fresh scent. Mom and Dad were home early, talking about the hospital downstairs. The world outside was quiet, the forest darker and eerier that it had been. But I knew that he was out there, watching me.

  This one was for you, Alpha.

  After inhaling once more, letting his minty scent calm my wolf, I crawled onto the bed and rested my back against the headboard. The perfect view for him.

  Disobedience. Disobedience. Disobedience.

  I slipped my fingers into my underwear and massaged my clit in small, fast circles. My nipples pressed against my white tank top. I moaned softly and arched my back.

  He must be so angry, so annoyed, so hard because of me, because of the way I continued to defy him, because of my budding interest in his beta.

  From all the way in my bedroom, I could feel his intense stare on me, could see the moon reflecting off of his eyes in the woods. Two dark, frightening eyes that turned me on even more.

  I threw my head back, knowing that if I was going to get punished—and punished hard—by him then I might as well do something worth being punished for. So, I rolled my nipple between my fingers and moaned. “Cayden.”

  One moment passed. Then two. Then the door to my room swung open, and Roman stood in the doorway. His eyes were dark, hooded, and a suffocating gold. He didn’t say a word, just stood there with a clenched jaw.

  My eyes widened. “Roman,” I said quietly. Oh, Moon Goddess, he was furious. I expected him to be angry, punish me for moaning his beta’s name and not his, but I didn’t expect him to actually show up in my room with my parents downstairs.

  I wanted him to simmer, wanted him to feel some type of way like he made me feel.

  Jealous.

  He stepped into my room and shut the door gently behind him, but I knew he would be anything but gentle with me.

  “Get up now.”

  I swallowed hard and pressed my knees together.

  You did a bad thing, Isabella. A bad, bad thing. Now you’re going to pay for it.

  My wolf jumped up and down inside of me, running around, tail wagging, tongue out like a fucking dog—like she was ready to take this punishment from our alpha.

  When I didn’t move, Roman snatched my arm and pulled me up. “I said now,” he said. I stumbled to my feet and straightened my back, keeping my gaze on him. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t stop this.”

  “What did I do?” my inner brat asked. I gazed up at him through my lashes. A part of me knew if I kept up this brat shit, he would flip out on me, but I couldn’t stop myself. He was too easy to get riled up. And my wolf and I loved Riled-Up Roman.

  He growled and pushed me onto my knees. “You know what you did.” His hand snaked around the front of my neck, and he forced me to look up at him. After unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled out his huge cock and pressed it against my lips. “Open your mouth.”

  I pressed my lips together and shook my head. He tightened his grip around my neck at my blatant disrespect, and I clenched. This was going to feel too good; my pussy was already pulsing.

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bsp; “Now, Isabella,” he said in his alpha tone. It took everything I had to keep my lips sealed.

  Wetness pooled between my legs. I was seconds away from him thrusting his cock into my mouth, from him taking me rather than making measly demands. I was about to get it, and I was about to get it hard.

  He pushed his cock harder against my lips, coating them in his pre-cum. I moved my lips away from him each time. When he finally got fed up, he growled. “Is that really how you want to play this fucking game?”

  I smiled and bat my lashes, gazing at the Moonflowers reflecting off of his golden eyes. His hair was a tousled, brown mess. And his pure control was not making this any easier.

  Before I could do anything, he pinched my nose closed so I couldn’t breathe. I pressed my lips together, the urge to open them hitting me every few seconds. My cheeks flushed as I tried to hold myself together. He shook his head, his cock pressing against my lips. “Isabella,” he said. “Now.”

  I shook my head and furrowed my brows together. My eyes watered. I didn’t expect to be on my knees for him tonight, and I didn’t expect to be enjoying it this much.

  When I finally gasped, he forced his cock into my mouth and pushed himself all the way down my throat. “There you fucking go. That wasn’t too hard for you, was it?”

  My lips met the base of his cock, and I gagged. Spit dripped out of my mouth and onto my chin. I placed my hands on his thighs, digging my nails into his skin.

  With long, hard, and fast thrusts, he fucked my mouth, making me gag over and over again. “If you wanted me to fuck your pretty little face all along, all you had to do was ask, Isabella. But since you want to make this hard, I will be hard with you.”

  He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled his cock fully out of my mouth. I stared up at him, my eyes watery and my lips swollen. “Fuck you,” I said.

  He pushed his cock back down my throat until my lips pressed against his base. He tugged on my hair, forcing me to gaze up at him. I pushed my hands against his thighs, trying to push him away, but he held me in place. “Are you going to disrespect me again?” he asked. Heat pooled between my legs as his eyes grew darker. “Answer me, Isabella.”

  I shook my head, desperate to breathe again. “Mm-mm.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  I tried to speak, but all I could do was gag.

  “What was that?” He smirked, then began thrusting himself in and out of my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat each time. I gazed at him, pleading with him to let me breathe for just a moment, but loving every single second of him like this.

  The wild, feral, dominant alpha.

  My wild, feral, dominant alpha.

  My pussy clenched. All I wanted was for him to plunge his cock into it, for him to brush his canines against my neck, to feel him moments away from sinking them into my flesh and claiming me as his own. My wolf purred at the thought.

  He tore off my tank top, the cool night air immediately making my nipples hard, and groped my breast in his hand. With two fingers, he pinched my nipple. A wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I moaned on his cock.

  Lacing his other hand into my hair, he thrusted his cock all the way down my throat and stilled. “Moan for me again, Isabella.” He pinched my nipple, and I moaned on him. He groaned under his breath, his warm cum filling my mouth.

  When he pulled out, I collapsed onto my hands and gasped for breath, my spit and his cum dripping off of my lips.

  “Sit up,” he said.

  I sat back, my chest rising and falling. His gazed raked down my body—from my eyes to my lips to my tits. “Who knew you’d look so sexy with my cum dripping out of your pretty little mouth like that?” He brushed a finger against my bottom lip, wiping the cum from it, and stuck it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked his cum off of his finger.

  His eyes slightly softened for only a moment, becoming an inviting gold. He clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and shook his head.

  Again, he paused for a moment and looked strained—as if he was torn between throat-fucking me another time and something else. But I didn’t know what that something else was.

  Without another word, he zippered his pants and walked to the door. “It’s sad, Isabella. If only you could fight as well as you suck my cock.”

  Chapter 8

  Roman

  I walked right out of Isabella’s room, trying not to stare at her teary eyes. It only made me feel worse. She was so fucking good at fighting, almost better than me.

  But I needed to get her angry, furious, livid for tomorrow. Ryker was going to show up, and I needed her to screw up. I needed her to stumble. I needed her to fail.

  I wanted to break her down piece by piece—had been trying to do it all week—so he would think she was just as weak as the next trainee. And so I could keep her to myself.

  Her scent still lingered on my body, and I readjusted myself through my pants. I never wanted to hurt her. I wanted to love her. We had fallen out of friendship so many years ago… and I wanted her back.

  But this… this I knew was beyond me. Even the dom in me wanted to take it back. He didn’t enjoy degrading her when he knew that she was the most beautiful thing to walk this earth.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket as I walked into the packhouse. “I’ll be at practice tomorrow to see Isabella,” Ryker’s text message read.

  I sighed through my nose, grabbed my journal, and walked to the cave. It was what I had done nearly every night that I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

  Draw her and think about how our life—together—would unfold.

  Chapter 9

  Isabella

  I hated Roman so fucking much.

  I didn’t hate the way he threw me to the ground yesterday. I didn’t hate the way he forced himself down my throat. I didn’t hate the way he ripped my clothes off and demanded I do anything he wanted.

  But this man had the nerve to tell me I sucked at fighting. Everyone knew that he put me through hell during each practice while they didn’t even have to try. Nobody—nobody—from my class would dare challenge me to a fight.

  I threw my gym bag down next to the packhouse and angrily fumbled through the contents to find whatever I needed—I couldn’t even remember anymore.

  He did it to get on my nerves, to break my will. His job was to keep his pack in place, and he knew exactly what to do to make me bend to his command. Challenge my fighting skills.

  “What’s got Izzy all angry today?” Vanessa asked, gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than it should’ve. She placed a hand on her hip and sashayed over to me. I clenched my jaw, trying to hold myself together. “Is it because you aren’t getting any better at fighting?”

  I froze and glared over at her. This bitch.

  She giggled and twirled a finger around a strand of my hair, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes. “You know I can give you a few tips. It seems like you really need—”

  “I’m not in the fucking mood, Vanessa.”

  “All I’m saying is that maybe you should at least try.”

  I wrapped my hands around her neck. I was done with this shit. I was done with being put down by her and Roman. That sick fuck probably told her this shit to get on my goddamn nerves.

  Her big green eyes widened. She clawed at my fingers, trying to tear them off. This was for the past seven years of dealing with your shit, Vanessa.

  “Isabella!” Derek said from across the field. He ran over to us, wrapped his arms around my torso, and pulled me away from her. “Isabella! Stop it!”

  Vanessa doubled over, coughing and making a bigger scene than she needed. Moon Goddess, what a damn drama queen.

  Derek tugged me to the side of the house. “Are you crazy? Doing something like that will get you kicked out!”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t care. I’m done with this.”

  “Don’t say that, Izzy. You’ve wanted this for years.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

  “I get bullied by him every single day that I come here.”

  “He’s just pushing you to get stronger.”

  “He’s not pushing anyone else as hard as he’s pushing me.”

  Derek tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, not all of us can be born under the Wolf Moon like you. We can’t be innately stronger, asshole,” he said sarcastically.

  I arched a hard brow at him and sighed through my nose. It was just damn frustrating. He wasn’t even training me; he was just pushing me to my absolute limits.

  “We have one more day to get through… just please…” He gazed around the house. Roman, Cayden, and a few other warriors stood around Vanessa, glancing between her and us. “Shit.”

  Roman stormed towards us, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes shifted between a soft green and a blazing gold. “Did you attack Vanessa?” he asked.

  I pursed my lips. If I told him the truth, he would kick me out. I knew he would. It seemed like he had been looking for an excuse to kick me out since the first day. “No,” I said.

  “Don’t lie to me,” he said, jaw twitching.

  I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat. I wanted to scold him for talking to me the way he did yesterday. My wolf wouldn’t let me sleep all night. She continued to moan and moan about how our alpha didn’t think we were good enough for him.

  By the way Roman’s lips curled into a smirk, he knew that he had me right where he wanted me. I couldn’t make a scene—or risk being kicked out. I had to listen to him, had to respect him.

  “Am I lying to him, Derek?” I asked, glaring at Roman.

  Derek paused, tensed behind me, then shook his head. “No.” His voice was quiet—and I could tell that Roman could sense his lie. But instead of saying anything, Roman gazed between us, eyes lingering on Derek’s hands on my hips, then clenched his jaw.

  “You can leave now,” I said. “Practice doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Why don’t you go see what’s wrong with Vanessa?” The annoying ass bitch that couldn’t keep her hands off of him. I turned away from him and tapped my foot on the ground.

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