Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 43

Alpha Jack 

The wind howls past my ears as I run in wolf form. It takes four hours, but I don’t stop once. I race through forests, leap over rivers, and dodge trees with barely a sound. When I reach a secluded area behind tall hedges, I shift into human form, pulling on the fresh clothes I stashed in a bag. 

My chest heaves, rising and falling like a wild animal finally caged, as I think about why I’m here. All I need to do is get in, speak to the Alpha King, and get the hell back to Kali. 

The palace looms before me—a towering beast of stone and gold, carved into the side of the mountain as if the gods themselves placed it there. It exudes power and old wealth. The kind of place that commands silence and respect just by its very existence. 

Carriages of every color line the long stretch of gravel–at least a dozen of them, each polished to a gleam, bearing the crests of various packs. Alphas from all over have gathered here. Each one is desperate to impress the king and his precious daughter. 

I could have taken a carriage like the rest of them. But that would’ve taken the entire day. And I don’t have that kind of time–not when Kali’s all alone, probably overthinking everything I said, maybe even planning to leave. 

I came here to fix a mistake. 

That’s it. 

Sure, becoming the Alpha King’s son–in–law sounds like a dream–power, influence, a straight path to the throne. But all of that means shit without her. 

Kali is my mate. My fated one. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes. She chose her for me for a reason, and I’ll be damned fool if I turn my back on that bond for a shiny title and a cold marriage. And I’m no fool. 

I stride toward the entrance. The guards take one look at me and bow, stepping aside without a word. As they should. They know who I am. 

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