Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 75

“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before,” she murmurs, her voice shaking. “She’s probably bigger than all of the male wolves in the pack. How… how is that even possible? You’re just a female.”

The word just lingers in the air like an insult. Her voice isn’t cruel—but the implication stings all the same. Curiosity cloaked in condescension.

I stare at her for a long moment, saying nothing. I know Jasmine doesn’t mean any harm. She’s just shocked. Still, her reaction is exactly why I’ve always hidden that side of myself.

Until today.

My wolf isn’t dainty. She’s not the graceful Luna everyone expects. She’s fierce. Monstrous. Powerful. And mine.

I sigh and lower my gaze to the floorboards. “I didn’t have a choice,” I say quietly. “There was no way I could’ve taken Khaos down in human form. So I trusted my instincts.”

Silence stretches between us like a bridge ready to collapse.

“Rest,” I murmur. “When you wake up, maybe it’ll all feel like a dream.”

I turn to leave.

“Don’t go,” she pleads quickly, reaching out. “Please. Don’t leave me alone.”

I freeze. I can feel her fear—raw and real. She’s not afraid of me anymore. Not exactly. She’s afraid he’ll come back.

“I can’t stay,” I say gently. “I need to get to Jack’s private library. There’s something I need to find—”

“Jack’s library?” she cuts in with a small scoff. “You mean the one I helped organize from top to bottom? Do you know what that means? I know where every book is. I’m the best person to help. That place is huge and full of nonsense—half of it isn’t even worth reading.”

I blink, taken aback as she pushes herself off the bed, still swaying slightly, but already marching toward the tall bookshelf nestled in the treehouse wall.

“I’ve got everything here,” she adds, waving a hand at the towering shelves. “All the books that matter.”

A laugh escapes me before I can stop it. “Fine,” I say, smirking. “You win.”

She flashes me a small, tired smile and walks us to the shelf. A fireplace crackles nearby, painting everything in a warm orange glow. The scent of burning wood and old paper fills the room, grounding me.

The first time I came here, it felt like a dream. It still does. No wonder this is her sanctuary. A place where even her mate can’t reach her.

“So,” she says, running a finger along the spines of the books, “what exactly are we looking for?”

I pause, eyes drifting over her eager expression.

“You’re scared,” I say quietly. “You think I’ll go tell your brother what happened. That’s why you want to keep me close.”

She sighs, lips pressing into a thin line. The answer is written all over her face.

“I get it,” I continue. “But you just found out my secret—my wolf is my biggest secret. You think I’d turn around and betray yours? Even if you hadn’t seen her… I’d still keep your privacy safe.”

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