Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 14

Alpha Jack 

The scent of my mate still clings to me as I force myself to walk away from the black hole of misery. 

My wolf howls in frustration, barely restrained, desperate to claim what is his. Every instinct in me screams to run to the Mating Room, to find her waiting -ready—to complete the bond and start the future we were destined for–bearing strong male pups. 

I have waited long enough. I will not waste another second. 

But duty calls. 

I was supposed to meet with a messenger from the royals—sent by the Alpha King himself–when I caught her scent. In that instant, nothing else had mattered. Not even the damn Alpha King. I had run to her like my life depended on it, unwilling to risk losing her before I even knew her. 

And what did I find? 

My mate, locked away in the most dangerous part of my pack. The very place I had forbidden my warriors from using to imprison women. And yet, my 

own cousin–my trusted commander–had dared to put her there. 

Another reason why he had to die. 

I stalk through the pack house, my boots striking hard against the stone floors. Warriors step aside as I pass, some lowering their heads in submission, 

others stiffening under the weight of my fury. They know better than to cross me when I’m like this. 

By the time I reach my office, my muscles are wound tight with barely restrained rage. I push open the door, my voice low and rough. 

“I’m late.” 

Then I freeze. 

Sitting in my chair, with his useless leg stretched out before him and his hands resting on that damned walking stick, is the one man I despise more than anyone. My uncle. 

His twisted smirk ignites my fury all over again. The bastard looks too comfortable, as if he owns the damn place. 

A scowl twists my face as I step inside, shutting the door with more force than necessary. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

My body is tense, ready to rip him apart if necessary. He doesn’t bother hiding the hatred in his eyes. Good. The feeling is mutual. 

“Now, now, Jack. Is that any way to greet family?” His fingers tighten around the handle of his cane.“I’m here on behalf of the Alpha King,” he continues smoothly, his tone laced with venom. “I serve as the King’s messenger now, assigned to various packs–including yours. That’s the Alpha King’s message for you.” 

A harsh laugh escapes me as I shake my head in disgust. “That’s a fucking lie. What use does the Alpha King have for a crippled old man?” My gaze drops pointedly to his leg–the one I shattered when I ripped his position from him. “You’re useless.” 

“Is that so?” he muses, tilting his head. “You think the Alpha King would waste his time on a cripple?” He taps his cane against the floor, the sound echoing through the room. His lips twitch into something like a smile, but his eyes remain calculating. “You may have destroyed my legs, but my mind remains sharp. And knowledge, dear nephew, is far more powerful than brute strength.” 

I step closer, my fingers twitching with the urge to wrap around his throat. “So what? You got on your knees and kissed the Alpha King’s ass for a scrap of authority? A sliver of power? Hoping you could crawl your way back here and try to challenge me again?” 

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