Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 56

Her scent–Kali–still clings to me like a curse I can’t shake off. My wolf growls low inside me, agitated and restless. 

She said date 

Facking date—like we’re humans in some cheesy goddamn romance novel. Like I’m a lovesick idiot chasing fairy tales, or worse, just some guy she met in a damn coffee shop. Not the male the moon goddess made for her. 

Fuck. 

Trake a hand through my hair, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. If my Beta hadn’t mind linked me when he did, I swear–I would’ve pinned her against that door and tasted her sinful lips until she remembered exactly who the hell I am. I would’ve silenced every doubt with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth -until every excuse she keeps using to push me away vanishes. 

But no. She wants slow. She wants trust. 

If only Khaos hadn’t interrupted- 

And now that I think about it… she looked terrified. Fragile. The second I mentioned him, she froze. Like her soul slipped right out of her body. She lied–I know she did. But whatever happened, she’s not ready to talk about it. 

Still… it eats at me. What the fuck happened between her and Khaos? 

I reach the front door and grip the handle, needing to get the hell out. To breathe. Let the cold air clear my head before I say or do something I’ll regret. 

But then- 

“Jack, where do you think you’re going without giving me your final decision?” 

That voice. 

I exhale slowly through my nose, my shoulders stiffening as I turn around. 

“Do I stay? Or do you really want to lose your mate’s head?” Celestia finishes sweetly, her tone as venomous as it is smug. 

She doesn’t even bother to rise fully from the couch–just leans back, sipping from a glass no one offered her, like she owns the damn place. 

My patience snaps. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose, counting to three before I respond, trying to keep my wolf from pushing forward. 

“First of all,” I growl, lifting my eyes to hers, “it’s Alpha Jack to you. Show some fucking respect.” 

She raises a brow, lips twitching in amusement. 

“And second,” I continue coldly, “enough with the threats. You and I both know I’m not afraid of your father. And no one–no one–is touching a hair on my mate’s head.” 

I step toward her until I’m towering over where she lounges, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at me. 

“You want to stay? Fine. You’ve got one month. And then you get the fuck out of my house. Without me asking again.” 

Celestia smirks like she’s already won. 

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