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• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 172

  “It’s my fault, Princess Kali… and I think I know why.” The voice comes from Nora. She shifts on his lap, her fingers trembling slightly as she presses against his chest with nothing but her omega strength, managing to stand on her own. “She’s gone because of me, isn’t she?” she says softly, guilt

• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 171

  By the time I return from the palace, the sun is already sliding lower in the sky, spilling gold across the place. Jasmine is likely far away by now—surrounded by the king’s most trusted guards, the ones my mother personally handpicked. She hadn’t just arranged the escort; she had given Jasmine a v

• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 170

  I take her hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “Jasmine… don’t be too hard on yourself. You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Your heart couldn’t help falling for Fury. He’s a good man, after all. And deep down, you just want to be loved—truly, passionately. You want that bond back so badly, so

• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 169

  I wring out the cloth and press it gently to Jasmine’s forehead, the steam curling upward like tiny ghosts in the dim light. Her skin burns beneath my touch, damp from the heat. She’s curled up on the bed, her breaths uneven, strands of hair plastered to her face. She looks so small—too small for so

• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 168

  The ride is quiet. Fury stares out the window, lost in his own thoughts. Jasmine sits beside him in silence, her hands folded tightly in her lap. I don’t say anything, pretending not to notice. She’s processing, and I know better than to interrupt that kind of heartbreak. Eventually, the carriage

• Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 167

  Fury falls to his knees. “I was too late,” he whispers, voice barely holding itself together before it shatters completely and his shoulders shake. My chest twists painfully as I watch him grieve. Once a proud warrior, now a mighty Alpha—reduced to a broken boy. He makes no attempt to hide it, no