Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 20

Alpha Jack 

I stand by the window, watching as my mate walks away without a single moment of hesitation. Her heavy bag of gold is slung over her shoulder, yet she carries it as if it weighs nothing. She doesn’t glance back–not even once. No second thoughts, no lingering doubts in her steps. Just pure determination, as if she truly believes she’s convinced she’s escaping. The thought irks me more than it should. 

Did she really think I’d let her go that easily? 

A bitter chuckle escapes my lips as lean against the frame. A part of me wonders–how the hell did a woman like her, strong and stubborn, come to possess that much gold? What kind of job could she have done? Because one thing is certain–she would never bow to an Alpha and earn such a fortune through obedience or dedication. 

But more than that, what truly fascinates me is her audacity–the way she tried to reject me so heartlessly, so effortlessly, without even a flicker of hesitation. If I hadn’t silenced her with that kiss, she would have done it–slicing the bond clean through as if it meant nothing. That damn rejection 

would have been cold–blooded, ruthless. 

Still, there was one good thing that came from her little attempt- 

Kali. 

Her name. So damn beautiful. So fitting. 

And the bond? Fucking electric. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt something like this. But she’s fighting it fighting me. And I fucking hate it. 

A low growl rumbles in my chest, my wolf restless and agitated. “Are you seriously just going to stand here and watch her leave?” 

I roll my eyes at his possessiveness. 

“Yes. To gain her trust,” I mutter. 

“Trust?” My wolf scoffs. 

“Let her think we’re not the big, scary, bad wolf lurking in the dark.” 

“But we are.” 

I huff. “And if we act like it now, we’ll never have her. She’s one stubborn she–wolf. If we force her, she’ll fight harder. If we let her run…” 

“Then we hunt,” my wolf finishes, his voice dark with anticipation but there’s no patience in him. I don’t care what she thinks. She is ours. She belongs to us. She should be in our arms, not running from us. Let’s claim her now. Mark her!” 

I exhale slowly, forcing control over both of us before speaking again. “Tell me… you enjoy the hunt, don’t you?” A cruel smirk tugs at my lips. 

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