Chapter 119. So You Want Me to Beg?

Dervic POV

The most intoxicating kind of control is the one that turns rebellion into craving.

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There were things I had never believed possible, things that should have never been possible.

For instance, I had never imagined I would be slapped. Not by anyone. Not even by our own brothers. Yet I had been slapped by an omega. A lowly one. One I had meant to toy with, to savor, to break slowly until her final breath gave out.

However… that same girl had not only slapped me, not only bitten my lip, but had made me call her master, had made me follow her orders as though I were nothing more than a beast on a leash. But most of all… She had made me kneel.

I, Dervic. A white wolf. A man who made people tremble in fear. A man who tore through enemies, who could make heads fall in the blink of an eye—yet I… I had knelt for a woman.

In that moment, two emotions surged through me. First—rage. Pure, unrestrained rage. Rage at the audacity of i