Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 52

Jack 

i let out a low chuckle as kali stonns past me like a goddamn hurricane, nearly shoulder–checking me in the process. She’s so damn eager to open that door. For someone who begged me to accept her rejection just seconds ago, she sure is acting like I’m nothing more than a mild inconvenience–like whoever’s behind that door matters more than the mate she supposedly doesn’t want. 

Funny. I can see right through her. She’s as easy to read as an open book—an open book with torn pages and highlighted insecurities. 

Why is she so fucking stubborn? 

Her eyes betray her every single time. That spark of hunger when I get too close. The way her breath hitches when I touch her. She wants this bond- wants me. But she’s too damn scared to admit it. Maybe it’s the fear of what comes next. The rules. The title. 

Because once she accepts the bond, she becomes Luna. And in my pack, that title means one thing–obedience. A Luna may be an Alpha’s equal in name, but not in power. 

She knows that. And she’s terrified of losing control. Terrified that the moment she gives in and lets me mark her, she’ll stop being this wild, defiant creature and become what the pack expects from a Luna–poised, obedient, and mine. 

And I can’t fucking wait for it. 

If she really thought I was going to reject moments ago, she’s completely out of her damn mind. What I was about to say–before that goddamn knock interrupted us–was, “I, Alpha Jack, accept your rejection… for myself. But I’ll never reject you.” 

Then I would’ve slammed her stubborn ass onto that bed, marked her, and ended this little game of defiance once and for all. 

Once that mark sinks in, she won’t be able to deny the bond. Her body, her soul–everything will belong to me. 

But no. Of course, the knock had to come at that exact moment. She got lucky. 

I follow her out of the room slowly, cracking my neck as I stretch. If it’s Fury at the door, I swear to the moon, I’ll skin him alive for sniffing around my mate. I’ll throw him through the nearest wall and remind him that his job is to fight for me, not with me over Kali. 

But then I hear her voice. 

Lady Celestia. 

I run a hand through my hair, swearing under my breath. Why the fuck is she here? 

I made it crystal clear to her father–the Alpha King himself that I don’t want her. I don’t want the title. I’m not here to be a damn puppet king for his legacy. He can pick another obedient lapdog to marry his daughter and be his damn puppet son–in–law. 

So many alpha’s howl in happiness at my words a d her father said nothing seeming to understand my words. 

But Celestia? She’s here again–uninvited and very unwelcome. 

She’s like gum stuck on the bottom of a boot–annoying and impossible to get rid of. Desperate. And there’s nothing attractive about desperation. 

Not like Kali. 

Kali’s a fucking storm. Wild, unpredictable, dangerous. The kind of woman who makes you want to chase. She’s not something you’re handed with a red 

bow and a smile. 

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