Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 73

I bite my tongue, holding back more questions. His face is too raw. Too exposed. And for the first time, I realize–Jack bleeds too. 

So I change the subject. “Hey, um… do you have a pack library or something?” I ask, trying to sound casual. 

He blinks. “Yeah. Why?” 

“Just bored,” I shrug. “Need something to read while you’re off being Alpha–y.” 

“You want books?” 

I nod, hiding my real motive. 

“My private library has everything you need. It’s in the main pack building.” 

He reaches to the nightstand and tosses me a heavy gold key. “It’s better than the public one. More… complete. Don’t lose it. That place is sacred.” 

I clutch the key with a grateful smile, but my mind is elsewhere. 

The necklace. 

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Morning light pouts in through the curtains, warm and golden–but his side of the bed is cold. 

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