Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 6

Kali

My chest rises and falls as I stare down at the shattered ropes around me.

I have no idea how I just did that. Moments ago, I was powerless—pinned down, vulnerable. But then something inside me—my wolf, perhaps—snapped. Rage, disgust, and pure survival instinct surged through me.

Or maybe it was the sheer horror of what Luna Diana had planned for me.

I couldn’t bear the thought of Travis—or any man—touching me against my will. Of bearing a child like some caged breeder.

Never.

I lift my gaze, locking onto Diana as she stumbles backward, eyes wide with disbelief. She doesn’t stop until her back slams against the wall.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I rise from the bed, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her. I enjoy the way her fear flickers behind that perfectly composed mask.

“You can’t tame me, Diana.”

I take another step forward. She flinches.

“No one can.” My voice is dangerously calm.

A part of me marvels at this shift—this power surging through me. I had always seen Luna Diana as this untouchable force, a woman who wielded power through manipulation and fear.

But now?

Now, she looks at me like I’m the monster.

Diana’s lips part as she whispers. “How did you—”

The door bursts open.

Travis.

His scent—sandalwood, a scent I hate but is now burned into my memory—fills the room before I even see him.

I snatch the bedsheet off the mattress, yanking it around myself. My skin burns with humiliation, knowing how many people had just watched me nearly stripped bare.

Travis' gaze darts between me and his mother. Diana, who had been cowering against the wall just moments ago, immediately straightens, clearing her throat as if she hadn’t just been terrified of me.

Travis exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “This wasn’t the plan, Mum.” His tone is clipped, angry. “I told you to scare her, not drag her here and—” His eyes flick to my torn clothes on the floor. “And strip her in front of people.”

Diana rolls her eyes. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”

“She’s still my mate,” Travis snaps. “No matter what happens, that hasn’t changed. She’s no longer just some ordinary she-wolf. If the pack finds out about this, how do you expect them to respect her as their future Luna after this?”

I blink, staring at him.

Was Travis… actually defending me?

My fingers tighten around the sheet, my body still tense, raw from what just happened. I blink twice, half-expecting this to be some cruel hallucination.

Diana scoffs, her face twisting with disappointment. “This is exactly why she doesn’t respect you, Travis.” Her eyes narrow, sharp as daggers. “This is why she rejected you. You’re weak.”

Travis flinches.

She shakes her head. “I’m trying to do what’s best for you. Can’t you see that? If she was carrying your heir, she’d have no choice but to submit.” She crosses her arms. “I’m doing what you should have done, Travis—taming your mate. Making her the perfect submissive Luna. Like me.”

Perfect? Submissive?

Like her?

I laugh—sharp, bitter.

“You think I’d ever become like you, Diana?” I tilt my head. “A puppet with a pretty smile? A Luna who stands beside her mate like some obedient doll?”

Diana growls at me, but Travis swiftly moves toward me, shrugging off his jacket. “Here,” he mutters, holding it out. “Wear this.”

I spit on his fucking face.

His head jerks back.

“Don’t,” I snarl. “Don’t you dare come near me.” My voice shakes with rage, with disgust, with everything. “Don’t act like you care after what you let happen.”

He slowly wipes my spit off his cheek, jaw tight. “Kali—”

“This is all your fault,” I cut him off, eyes burning. “Just because you couldn’t take a single fucking rejection.”

His nostrils flare. “We’re mates, Kali.” His voice lowers, almost pleading. “The Moon Goddess chose us for each other. You were made for me, and I was made for you.”

I let out a short, bitter laugh. “You think fate excuses your actions?”

He steps closer. “I’m also your Alpha,” he says quietly. “You’re supposed to submit.”

“If you had been faithful—if you had waited for me, your mate…” I pause, watching his expression shift. “Maybe I would’ve considered it for a minute.”

His lips part slightly, but I don’t stop.

“But you didn’t.” My fingers curl around the sheet, knuckles white. “You think I don’t know what kind of man you are? That once I accept you, your true colors won’t show?”

His silence is my answer.

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