Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 50

I grit my teeth and curse him silently, the soapy water sloshing over the rim of the sink as my fingers tighten around the ceramic plate like it’s his neck. 

“What did those poor plates ever do to you?” Fury’s voice breaks the silence, laced with dry humor. 

I glance down and realize–I’m gripping the plate so tightly it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered. My knuckles are white. 

“Nothing,” I mutter, forcing my jaw to unclench. “Just thinking about Jack… and what you said. You’re right. I should fear him more than the rest. He’s an aschote… 

Most Fury cuts in gently. “While you were in the pack did you were the roses atrout the Alpha and the Alpha King’s daughter?” 

1 noo stiffly, eyes burning with an ache i roluse to name. I won’t let the tears fall. I won’t. 

Been the contact of my eye, Fury push tick from the chah and ries with a long, terý ngh 

x the rumours going dining, he says, “bathing’s been confirmed yet. But one thing is know for us the alphasn’t let go of the hadretined Har him by the Atcom Goddess het ʼn rond time. Wat even for power 

free fingers sillling on the plate in my hands Something hot coils in my chest, and before I can stop myself, I drop the plate into the sink with a loud chafter 

whip around “I don’t care if the rumours are true or not!” i snap, heat rising in my face. “It’s not my dame business, Fury. I still stand by what I said–1 don’t accept the mate bond between us. So you don’t have to defend him.” 

Herums & hand through his hair, but I continue. 

Power can drive a man crazy, I’ve seen it–I’ve lived it. So Jack can marry the Alpha King’s daughter. Or the goddess herself, for all t care. He can fuck whoever he wants-” 

My voice cracks at the end, and I hate that it does. A heavy silence settles between us as Fury just stands there, calmly and eyes narrowing. 

“If you don’t care“, he says slowly, “then why are you crying?” 

blink “What?” 

He motions toward my face. “If the alpha marrying someone else doesn’t bother you, why are there tears ning down your cheeks?” 

My hand flies to my face before I even register the wetness. Sure enough–two cold, traitorous streaks. My eyes widen, and I quickly turn back to the sink, wiping my cheeks with the heel of my hand. 

“I’m not crying because of him,” I say, voice cracking just a little. “It’s the soap… from the water. It got in my eyes. See?” I even gesture weakly at the sink like that’ll somehow help prove my ridiculous lie. 

Fury lets out a dry laugh. “Right. Soap.” He rolls his eyes and turns toward the door. “Keep lying to yourself, Luna.” 

Luna? 

Why did that word make my heart skip? 

His back is already to me, but something inside me panics. “Fury–wait.” 

He pauses in the doorway, half–turned. “What is it? I’ve got to get back on patrol. I’ve been gone too long already.” 

I wipe my hands on a towel and step closer. “I need a favor.” 

He lifts an eyebrow. 

“I need to send a letter… to my old pack,” I say quietly. “To my mom–she’s mated to the Beta there. And to my best friend Caspian.., he’s a warrior, I just want to let them know I’m okay and… I need to hear that they’re okay too. Please,” 

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