Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 160

I lower Jasmine gently to the cold marble floor, brushing her hair out of her face. Her breathing is ragged, uneven -but her body begins to glow again, the silver veins surging beneath her skin like liquid moonlight.

“Jasmine…” I whisper, backing up just as her body arches once more–then bursts with a flash of blinding light.

A collective gasp ripples through the room. When the light fades, she’s no longer lying there as a woman.

A sleek silver wolf stands in her place.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Her fur gleams with a shimmer that almost looks divine, her eyes–gold, wild, and alive–scanning the hall in confusion before they land on one person.

“Jasmine,” Jack breathes, his voice thick with emotion. He drops to his knees beside her before anyone else can react. His fingers sink into her fur, stroking her head like she’s something precious. “You’re back, little sister…”

Her tail flicks once, then twice. She leans her head into his chest, letting out a soft, grateful whine. For a moment, it’s just the two of them–brother and sister, reunited in a miracle neither of us thought possible.

Then her ears twitch. Slowly, she turns her head.

Toward Caspian.

He’s still on his knees, frozen where Jack left him, his chest rising and falling too fast, eyes wide as he stares at her. Jasmine’s wolf pads toward him, her steps hesitant but certain. Then she does the one thing that completely shatters whatever composure Caspian has left–she licks his face.

Once. Twice.

He blinks, then lets out a breathless laugh, his hand trembling as he reaches out to pet her head. “You’re… you’re really here,” he murmurs, his voice cracking. “Goddess, Jasmine…”

Her tail wags wildly as she nuzzles into him, whining softly for more attention.

Jack growls behind me, low and warning, but he doesn’t move.

Progress, I think dryly.

I watch them for a moment–the wolf and the man, both so broken once, now whole together–and my heart squeezes painfully.

He really does love her.

I catch Jack’s eye and link him silently through our bond.

“You better apologize to him.”

He stiffens, his jaw clenching.

“For what?”

“For nearly killing him,” I snap. “For doubting him. For threatening him like some paranoid maniac. You can

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see it, Jack–he’s not the bad guy here. He loves her. That’s why she got her wolf back. You should be giving them your blessing, not blood.”

Jack’s eyes narrow. “I still can’t trust him to protect her. No man can.”

I glare at him. “Oh, don’t start. I found out what you did—how you threatened Caspian not to talk to me or even look at me. What gives you the right to make decisions for me, for Jasmine–for anyone?”

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