Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 69

“Not that it’s any of your business,” he begins, each word sharper than the last, “or that I owe you an explanation. But I’ll say this once, for all of you- what happens between me and my mate is private. You want to know why this isn’t a ceremony?” 

He pauses, his tone now biting. “Because all of you demanded I introduce another woman to you–Lady Celestia–even though you knew I had already found my true mate.” 

Uneasy murmurs rise again–this time, it’s heavy with guilt. 

Jack turns to me and takes both of my hands in his, gently this time. My heart flutters as his thumb brushes over my knuckles. 

“This is only an introduction,” he continues, looking back at the crowd. “To make it crystal clear. Lady Celestia or anyone else will never be Luna of this pack. The woman standing beside me will assume her role when she is ready. And when that time comes, she will stand by my side not just as my mate, but as your rightful Luna.” 

I blink rapidly, caught off guard. His words take me by surprise. He’s been kind and sweet all evening–romantic even–not the arrogant Alpha I was used 10. 

And I feel myself slowly, helplessly, beginning to fall. 

I offer him a small smile–just for him. This moment feels perfect. Almost like a dream. 

Jack’s lips curve into a confident smile. “So tonight,” he announces, “we celebrate. We drink. We dance. And when the full moon rises, we run in our wolf forms. My mate and I will lead tonight’s run, as it should be.” 

Cheers erupt from the crowd, loud and wild. 

But me? 

My body turns to ice. 

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The sucks his time furrowing “Are you alright? 

1 te quiety wish.. 

Troo`re just nervous, he says, smiling gritty as be brishes a strand of his behind my ear. Once the moonlight touches your fur, you’ll feel better. You’ll 

De dei really have to run? I’m not I mean, I’m not Luna yet…” 

“You’ve my mate,” he cuts in, pride swelling in his voice. “That’s more than enough. And yes, you have to be there. They need to see you know you’re capable Show them you can lead 

try to breathe. Try to pretend I’m calm 

But inside? 

I’m spiraling 

My wall isn’t like a normal she wolf. If they see her… they’ll call me a freak–or worse, a threat. 

hopen my mouth, ready to say something–maybe lie, say I’m wolf–less, let them pity me instead of fear me but before I can speak, a warrior appears beside Jack, murmuring something about the preparations for the run. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jack says, winking as he gives my hand a gentle squeeze before heading toward the treeline. 

As soon as he’s gone, I exhale sharply, my shoulders sagging, Fuck, what do I do? 

She’s back?” 

…Why would she come now?” 

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