Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 48

The growl that rips from him is pure fury. His hand clamps around my neck like a vice, squeezing until my feet lift off the ground. I gasp, struggling as he chokes the air from my lungs. 

“I haven’t seen you around before, and I know a brat when I see one,” he snarls. “You can’t possibly be from the Blood Fang pack. Our women are well. trained—submissive, obedient. But you-“his lip curls in disgust, “you’re a mouthy little brat who clearly doesn’t belong.” 

My hands scramble uselessly against his wrist. Then, without thinking, I spit–straight into his eye. 

He roars in rage and lets go, stumbling back with a curse. I collapse to the floor, coughing violently, sucking in air like it’s the most precious thing in the world. My lungs burn. My throat screams. 

“How the hell could I be from here?” I rasp between gasps. “With pigs like you running around, thinking you own every damn thing that breathes-” 

“Beta Khaos!” a familiar voice shouts cutting me off. 

I turn my head and see Fury jogging over, his face tense, trying–and failing–to mask the panic in his eyes. Relief floods through me… until I catch the warning in his gaze. 

I manage a small smile, but he doesn’t return it. His eyes stay locked on the brute who just tried to crush my throat. 

“I apologize for her behavior,” Fury says quickly, stepping between us. “But she’s the Alpha’s guest. You have no right to lay a hand on her. I’ll escort her back to her quarters immediately.” 

Beta Khaos sneers, wiping the spit from his cheek. “Oh,” he drawls, voice dripping with mockery. “So this is the Alpha’s bitch. The one he couldn’t tame. The one who dragged him all the way to the Mating Room.” 

My vision clears just in time to see red. 

“Who the hell did you just call a bitch?” I ask softly, my tone dangerously low as I take a threatening step forward. 

Before I can go any further, Fury grabs my wrist, holding me back. I glance down at his hand, then up at him, fury blazing in my eyes. He shakes his head, eyes begging me not to escalate this. 

I puff out a frustrated breath but stay still. 

“She’s the Alpha’s mate, Beta Khaos,” Fury says, voice colder now. Your future, Luna. Not his bitch.” 

Khaos lets out a harsh, humorless laugh. “Mate, bitch–what’s the difference? You wouldn’t understand. You don’t have one. But mark my words–keep her the hell away from me. Next time I see her…” He leans closer, eyes gleaming with threat. “That pretty little face won’t be so pretty anymore. Not to the Alpha. Not to anyone.” 

He turns, stomping off without another glance. 

My heart pounds, fury and fear tangled in a burning knot. Fury still holds my wrist like he thinks I might lunge at Khaos again. 

I meet his eyes and try to smile, but it’s weak and shaky. 

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