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  Submitting to the Alpha

  Submission Trilogy Book 1

  Emilia Rose

  Contents

  1. Isabella

  2. Isabella

  3. Roman

  4. Isabella

  5. Isabella

  6. Isabella

  7. Isabella

  8. Roman

  9. Isabella

  10. Isabella

  11. Isabella

  12. Isabella

  13. Roman

  14. Isabella

  15. Isabella

  16. Isabella

  17. Isabella

  18. Roman

  19. Isabella

  20. Isabella

  21. Isabella

  22. Isabella

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  24. Isabella

  25. Isabella

  26. Isabella

  27. Roman

  28. Isabella

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  30. Isabella

  31. Isabella

  32. Isabella

  33. Roman

  34. Isabella

  35. Isabella

  36. Isabella

  37. Isabella

  38. Roman

  39. Isabella

  40. Roman

  41. Isabella

  42. Isabella

  43. Isabella

  44. Roman

  45. Isabella

  46. Isabella

  47. Isabella

  48. Roman

  49. Isabella

  50. Isabella

  51. Isabella

  52. Isabella

  53. Isabella

  54. Isabella

  55. Isabella

  Submission Book 2

  Also By Emilia Rose

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  Isabella

  “I’m better in bed.”

  “Well, I have a bigger ass and he’s an ass guy, so...”

  “Well, have you ever given hea—”

  I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Someone save me, please. I couldn’t deal with another cat fight from Bitch One and Bitch Two behind me about who had a better chance with Alpha Roman. Neither of them really had a chance with him; they were both annoying as hell, and I doubted he wanted something like that in his packhouse.

  “Quiet down,” Dr. Jakkobs said from the front of my anatomy class. “I know you’re all excited because it’s the last week of senior year, but we need to get through this review material.” He looked at the class through his thick bifocals, then raised a brow, deepening the creases in his forehead. “After grading your latest exams, most of you need the extra review.”

  I gazed down at the exam on my desk and sighed. Dr. Jakkobs had scribbled another big fat 100% with a smiley face on the top of it in red ink.

  Bitch One—the nickname my best friend and I had given Vanessa, one of the popular girls, after she made fun of us in middle school for obsessing over wanting to become warrior wolves in Roman’s pack—leaned forward in her seat until she was nearly breathing down my neck. “What are we learning about today?” she asked, her overwhelming strawberry perfume making me choke. “If it’s the female reproductive system, I can definitely volunteer myself as a model.”

  What the he—

  Derek turned his pen between his fingers and rolled his brown eyes. “Nobody wants to see you naked, Vanessa.”

  The class broke out in a fit of laughter, and I pressed my lips together, trying to stifle a chuckle. Derek leaned back in his seat and flashed me his infamous smirk.

  Dr. Jakkobs walked around his desk, arms crossed, staring pointedly at Derek and Vanessa. “Enough,” he said. “I doubt you two really want to end up in the principal’s office this time of the year.”

  Vanessa huffed and sat back. Thank the Moon Goddess I could finally breathe again.

  “Now…” In big letters, Dr. Jakkobs wrote Anatomy Review on the whiteboard with pink marker. “Let’s begin.”

  I sunk down in my seat and gazed at my notebook which didn’t have a single anatomy note in it. Instead, it was filled with the names of wrestling takedowns and reversals, different boxing combinations, and a list of judo throws that Derek and I had been studying relentlessly.

  High school ended this week, which meant that Alpha Roman was going to assign us positions in his pack based on our academic and physical performance. And no matter the number of perfect grades I received this year, I was determined to become a warrior.

  Since I was four years old, I had trained almost every day with Derek, had memorized the Lunar Battle Manual that all outstanding warriors read, and even had the opportunity to train with the warriors in our pack last year when Roman was out of town.

  Well, Roman never officially told me I could. I just snuck into practice and hoped that nobody would say a word to him about me being there. Derek’s neighbor and retired warrior, Mr. Beck, urged me to practice with them; he told me that when he was training to be a warrior, he snuck out to fight rogues during the night and that sneaking into practice wouldn’t hurt me.

  Someone knocked on the door, and Principal Hackle popped his head into the room. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

  Dr. Jakkobs raised a brow at Derek and Vanessa, then turned to Principal Hackle. “No, not at all.”

  The door opened wider, and that’s when I saw him.

  Alpha Roman stood right behind Hackle. Tall, tan, and terrifyingly tense. His muscles flexed through his white V-neck shirt, and I sucked in a breath. When he stepped into the room, nobody said a word.

  His gaze was fixed on me and only me.

  I gazed down at my notes. Trying to look busy. Trying not to think about last night.

  “Hi, Alpha!” Vanessa squealed, her nasally voice in my ear again. I could feel her toying with the ends of my brown hair. She was so… damn… desperate. But, hell, so was I yesterday.

  Hackle said a few words, then disappeared back into the hall. Roman walked further into the room and stopped when he reached my desk. Was it getting hot in here? My body felt like it was on fire, like everyone knew what had happened.

  He cleared his throat.

  Please leave. Please leave.

  The more I tried to push away my dirty thoughts of Roman, the more my cheeks flushed. He needed to leave now, so I could learn more about the now very interesting topic of female reproductive systems. Vanessa could be the demonstration for all I cared. It’d be so much more comfortable than being stared down by—

  “Isabella,” Alpha Roman said.

  Fuck.

  I glanced up at him through
my lashes and fiddled my pen. “Yes, Alpha Roman?”

  “Outside. Now.”

  Without another word, he walked to the door and held it open for me. Damn it. I stuffed my exam inside my textbook and closed it so Jakkobs wouldn’t see that I hadn’t been paying attention.

  Derek eyed me, brow raised, but I shrugged my shoulders and sent him a look that said, “Last night when you called me thirteen times and I didn’t answer once, I really wasn’t doing anything bad, I promise.”

  After taking a deep breath, I walked out of the room. The wooden door closed behind me, but I didn’t dare turn around. This was not how I expected my Monday afternoon to go. Not at all.

  Roman stepped closer to me, and I could feel his body heat against my backside. Warming me in places that it shouldn’t.

  A kid walked down the hall, opposite of us, then disappeared into a classroom. As soon as that door closed, he shoved me against the lockers, snatched my chin in his calloused hand from behind, and ran his nose up the side of my neck. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered in my ear. “This whole fucking week you’ve been teasing me.”

  I shook my head no. But I had been. I’d touched myself too many times to count, thinking about him pounding me against my headboard, about his cock inside of me, about his lips on every inch of my body.

  It was wrong to think these sinful thoughts about my alpha.

  “Don’t deny it.” He growled in my ear, his canines grazing against my soft spot. He pressed himself against my backside, and I clenched. He had never been this close to me before, at least not like this.

  His fingers trailed up my leg and slipped under my skirt. “I know you keep your curtains open at night for me. You want me to watch as you rub your sensitive little clit.”

  “No...” I said breathlessly. “I-I don’t.”

  “Don’t lie to your alpha,” he said, the scent of mint overwhelmingly powerful. Just like him.

  I gulped and shifted from foot to foot. His fingers hovered mere millimeters over my clit, and my whole body was just aching for his touch.

  With one of his hands wrapped around the front of my neck softly, he pulled me to him. “Don’t lie to me,” he said against my ear.

  My core clenched just waiting for him to slip his fingers into my panties and feel how wet I was for him. I didn’t care that there were only minutes left before the bell rang and everyone flooded into the hallway. I didn’t care that he was my alpha and that toying with him was wrong. I needed him so fucking badly.

  “I don’t,” I said.

  Lie.

  He chuckled lowly in my ear. “I bet you think about me as you do it, don’t you?”

  “No.”

  “No?” He pushed some hair behind my ear and grinded his hips into mine. “You don’t think about my face between your legs, eating you until you’re trembling?” No. “You don’t think about my cock in your mouth?” His thumb brushed against my lips. No. “You don’t think about my hand wrapped around your throat as I thrust into you over and over and over again?”

  I closed my eyes and pressed my knees together. Oh, Goddess. Oh, Goddess. Touch me, damn it. I needed it.

  “Please be quiet,” I said, breathlessly. The walls were thin, and I didn’t want anyone hearing us, especially Vanessa. She’d make my life a living hell by telling everyone in our small town that I was the new pack slut. “People will hear.”

  “This is my pack, Isabella. I don’t care who hears you moaning my name.” He pulled his fingers away, taking a deep breath, and pushed himself off of me. “Close your blinds next time.”

  “Or what?” I asked, turning around to face him.

  That was my first mistake of the day.

  He grabbed my chin roughly and pressed me against the locker again. “Or you won’t like the consequences.” He gazed at my lips when he spoke, his thumb brushing against it roughly, and my heart warmed.

  The way he touched me told me one thing—that he wanted to devour my body. But his eyes, shifting between a soft brown and a piercing gold, told me that wasn’t all he wanted. He wanted more.

  He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against mine. Tingles erupted on my lips, and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment. Not sure why him being so close excited me, but it did.

  When the bell rang, he shook his head, shoved me away, walked down the hall, and out the double doors. I stood there, inhaling his scent and staring down the hall, in complete shock.

  I didn’t know what kind of threat that was from him… but he did say that I wouldn’t like the consequences if I didn’t close the curtains the next time that I touched myself for him. So, being the good girl that I was, I knew the one thing I was going to do when I got home.

  Open the curtains as far as they could go.

  Isabella

  Students filed out of the classroom, glancing strangely at me, and hurried out the doors. I pushed myself off of the cold blue lockers and took a deep breath. Roman didn’t even do anything to me yet, and I was aching for him. And… why were my lips tingling like that, again?

  “What was that all about?” Derek asked a few minutes after the bell rang, tossing me my backpack.

  I walked with him down the hall. “Nothing,” I said, heat crawling up my neck. Absolutely nothing.

  He raised a brow. “Alpha Roman doesn’t just pull students out of class for nothing.” A small smirk stretched across his face. “So… what’d you do?”

  The last few students pushed past us, and I pulled Derek to the side. “I kinda did a thing,” I said, lowering my voice. “A really bad thing.”

  A thing I planned on doing again tonight.

  Vanessa sashayed out of the classroom, her black velvet heels clacking against the beige-tiled floors. She was typing on her phone, her short, manicured fingernails hitting her screen about a hundred miles a minute.

  I quieted down and waited for her to pass, but she didn’t. Instead, she lingered in the hallway a few feet away from us. Her back was turned, and her Coach purse with a small red, pink, and purple pin hooked onto the strap hung off her forearm.

  “Isabella, goody-two shoes, did something bad?” Derek asked, giving me a fake over-exaggerated gasp.

  Vanessa lifted her gaze from her phone to the empty hallway in front of us. I knew she was listening to every single word we were saying, probably trying to figure out how she could get called out in the middle of class by her hunk of a crush, Roman.

  I tugged Derek down the hallway and to his car, away from her curious ears. “Okay, so…” I said, gushing about last night. I told him everything, from the past week to the tingles I felt a few moments ago to how I gathered all of my courage to look him right in the eye when I was touching myself yesterday.

  Roman had been watching me for weeks. Every night, I could smell his minty scent drifting through my open window. Every night, I could see his golden eyes piercing through the forest. Every night, I could only imagine how he would feel inside of me.

  “You’re such a ho,” Derek said when I finished, pulling on one of his sponge twists.

  I playfully pushed his shoulder. “I am not… but I need you to bring me home.”

  Derek chuckled and opened his car door. “So you can strip for your alpha tonight?”

  “Stop it! It’s not my fault. He’s the one watching me; I didn’t ask him to do it.”

  Derek rested one forearm on the hood of his white beat-up ’95 Chrysler and leaned over it. “I’m all for it, Izzy, but just be careful with Roman. He always keeps his promises.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” I asked, leaning against the hot car and batting my lashes at him.

  He arched a thick brown brow. “We’ll see.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll see when you turn eighteen in a couple weeks and find out who your mate is.”

  “See you tomorrow,” I said, hopping out of the car.

  “Don’t forget to bring your workout clothes tomorrow. We’ve got try
-outs for the warriors,” Derek shouted from the driver’s seat.

  “You know that I won’t forget, Derek.” I waved at him and walked up the cement path to the house. “Don’t forget your stuff,” I said over my shoulder. “Roman won’t be assigning you to the hospital or anywhere else with your grades.”

  He lifted his middle finger at me through the windshield and chuckled.

  I smiled back at him and entered the quiet house. Mom and Dad were still at the hospital, working, and would probably be there until later tonight.

  So, after tossing my backpack onto my bed, I sat at my desk to study the Lunar Battle Manual for the hundredth time. I had memorized every move, practiced each one at least a thousand times each, even dreamt of them now and then.

  Nothing would stop me from achieving my dreams of becoming a warrior and protecting each member of this pack, especially those who couldn’t protect themselves… like Roman’s mother couldn’t.

  My gaze shifted from my journal to the forest outside. On the windowsill, there were seven pots filled with Moonflowers glowing brighter than I had ever seen them. I brushed my fingers against their soft leaves and smiled.