Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 170

Screams. Running feet. The sound of furniture crashing. Omegas shouting over each other.

“Jack…?”

He’s already tensed beside me, eyes flashing silver. “Something’s wrong.”

Before I can speak, one of the younger omegas rushes toward us, her face pale and panicked. “Your Majesty! The prince–he–he’s-”

“What happened to Lior?” I demand, my pulse spiking.

“He’s in the east wing! We tried to calm him, but he’s not–he’s not himself!”

Jack doesn’t wait. He takes off like lightning, and I follow, skirts gathered in my fists. The deeper we run into the palace, the worse the destruction becomes. Curtains torn. Walls cracked. Guards thrown aside like rag dolls.

Then I catch it–the scent of our son. Wild. Untamed.

When we finally find him, my heart nearly stops.

Lior crouches in the center of the shattered training room, his small body trembling with power far beyond his age. His eyes–once soft green–burn red now, glowing like molten fire. His tiny claws are out, teeth bared.

And around his wrist, the enchanted band that once bound his wolf… lies snapped in two.

“Lior,” Jack breathes, stepping forward carefully, his voice steady but strained. “Son, look at me.”

But the growl that rips from Lior’s throat is not human–it’s feral, deep, ancient.

Then, in a voice that doesn’t sound like his own, he rasps, “Mine.”

The word hits me like thunder. I freeze. No… it can’t be.

Before I can even process it, familiar voices echo from the entrance.

“Queen Kali? Alpha King Jack?”

I turn–and my breath catches. Fury and Nora stand there, travel–worn but radiant, and beside them–small, curious, and beautiful—is Amara.

And instantly, I feel it. The aura. My mother’s soul.

But before I can even greet them, Lior moves. One second he’s by Jack, the next he’s across the room–too fast to follow–and standing right in front of Amara. His hand closes around her wrist as he growls again, lower this

time.

“Mine.”

Amara’s eyes go wide, her lower lip trembling. She screams, “Mum! Who is this beast? Why is this boy looking at me like that? He just—he just hugged me!”

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Jack and I move at once–he to grab Lior, I to calm Amara–but before we reach them, Nora suddenly bursts out laughing, loud and unrestrained.

“Oh, Amara,” she says between giggles, eyes twinkling with mischief. “That boy is the future king… and also

mate.”

your

The entire hall falls into stunned silence–before Amara’s voice cuts through it, high and horrified.

“Wait—WHAT?!” she squeals. “Ew! No! That’s–no way! Gross!”

Jack loses it first. A low chuckle escapes him, then a full laugh that shakes his shoulders. The guards glance at each other uncertainly until one dares to snort, and suddenly the tension breaks–everyone is laughing, even me, through tears of disbelief.

Lior, still pouting and glaring at the girl who just rejected him, folds his tiny arms and growls, “Not gross.”

Amara sticks out her tongue at him. “Is too!”

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