Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 51

“Why did you bring another man into our home?” 

My mouth falls open. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Fury,” he spits the name like venom. “Why did you bring him here? Cooking for you, standing too close, doing the things I should be doing with you… for you. Is that why you’re so eager to reject me? So you can be with him? What–what connection do you have with him?” 

His jealousy rings in my ears like a siren, and just like that, the haze of his presence shatters. 

My breath shudders in my chest, but not from guilt. From rage, and my heart remembers how he left me alone, Hungry. Abandoned. Off to play house with the Alpha King’s daughter–his future wife. 

I shove him away. Hard. “I should be asking you that question,” I snap, eyes blazing. “What connection do you have with the Alpha King’s daughter?! heard you’re getting married to her. Is that why you’re so damn comfortable letting me go?” 

His lips twitch–almost a smile. “if I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you were jealous.” 

“Jealous?” I laugh bitterly. “Please. Have you forgotten?) rejected you.” 

“You did,” he agrees quietly. “But you also admitted you’re attracted to me. Don’t lie, Kali. I know you’re pissed because I left for too long. But I had my reasons. I didn’t expect it to take that long–I was settling some issues.” 

“You mean setting up your wedding date?” I hiss. 

He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. 

“You know what? I don’t care anymore.” My voice trembles, but I push forward. “Accept the rejection, Jack. Let’s end this, once and for all.” 

He doesn’t say a word. 

Then his gaze drops to the hem of my shirt–his shirt–and a low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest. 

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says softly. A note of something unfamiliar in his voice. 

I say nothing. 

He takes the chance to step closer, wrapping an arm around my waist before I can move. He lowers his head, inhaling deeply against the crook of my neck. “I like them on you,” he whispers. “They look better on you than they ever did on me.” 

He’s trying to distract me. 

“Stop it,” I whisper, fists trembling against his chest. “Accept the rejection, Jack. Keep your word. You said the next time we saw each other, if I still wanted to reject you, you’d accept it. I’m not changing my mind,” 

He exhales slowly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes–and for the first time, I see a war raging behind his gaze. A storm. One that mirrors the 

chaos inside me. 

I bite the inside of my cheek, silently begging him to say something else. To beg. Just once. 

But he lets go of me. 

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