Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 59

I flash back to Fury earlier – how naturally the word had rolled off his tongue when he called me “Luna.” And how it had sent a stupid, secret thrill through me that I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried… It had felt good. 

Too good. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn away from the crowd, pressing my back against the rough bark of the tree. 

“I don’t care,” I whisper to myself. 

But the ache inside says otherwise. Still, I refuse to stand here like some pathetic girl crying over something that was never mine. 

Yet. 

I just needed to figure out how to send that bitch packing without starting a war–and then… 

Maybe, just maybe, the chants would be for me. 

I’m still trying to breathe through the ache in my chest when the voice I hate most shatters my thoughts. 

“Why are you hiding behind the tree like some thief?” 

tet, spoing round start my heart nearly to be out of my chest 

As there to elestia, smeking lãe the devil herself in a flowing white dress. 

3 grit my teeth so hard fry jaw aches. 

right,” she says, voice dripping fake tweetness. “You don’t belong here?” 

1 don’t even think before I snap back, “Better to hide than to parade myself around like a desperate, attention–starved hag” 

Celestia’s eyes flash with anger, but she covers it quickly with a snide little laugh. She lifts her hand, scratching her nose dramatically, like she smells something retten. 

“You smell weird,” she says, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust as she sniffs the air around me. “Like you were with another man. It’s definitely not 

Jack 

Her smile turns sly. “Are you cheating on him already?” 

I stare at her like she’s grown two heads. What the hell is she even talking about? 

Just like Fury earlier, she keeps scratching her nose like something’s driving her mad. 

“You know,” Celestia hums, stepping closer until the sickeningly sweet scent of hers invades my senses, “you could just hand him over to me. Save yourself the heartbreak.” 

I clench my fists, feeling my nails dig crescent moons into my palms. But I force a smile- the kind that feels more like baring my teeth. 

“You see, Lady Celestia,” I say sweetly, “I’ve dealt with bitches like you before. Bitches obsessed with owning what the Moon Goddess gave me. But you?” 

I step closer, close enough to see her pupils sharpen dangerously. “You’re one unlucky bitch….because I actually want to keep this one.” 

Her eyes flicker dangerously, but before I can walk away with whatever dignity I have left- 

A brutal shove slams into my back. 

1 gasp, my body pitching forward. I hit the ground, face–first, hard enough to taste blood. 

Pain explodes through my palms and knees. The world spins for a second. 

And then- 

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