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Untouchable Monsters

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Khaos didn’t just mark her—he forced it.

I see the deep red scratches trailing down her arms, the bruising fingerprints around her swollen wrists. A small tear splits her lower lip.

I bite back a curse, but it slips out anyway.“Son of a bitch. That bastard didn’t learn his lesson, did he? Not even after I clawed up his face as a warning.”

Jasmine’s eyes fill with tears, but I don’t soften.

“Did you go back to him?”

Her mouth opens, then closes. Shame bleeds across her face before she even speaks. Her fingers twist in the hem of her sweater but I don’t bother masking the disappointment in my voice. I can’t.

“Because how the hell did he find you, Jasmine? You were supposed to be hiding at the treehouse. That was your secret place—where he couldn’t find you, remember?”

A broken sound escapes her lips—something between a sob and a sigh. “I… I thought after what you did to him—after you clawed his face—it would scare him off for good.”

My chest burns as her eyes meet mine for a moment.

“B
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  • Submission is Not My Style    The Day Her Wolf Died

    “Give her to me,” I say, my voice barely human as I move.Fury gently transfers her into my arms, and I hold her like she’s made of glass. She’s so small, so light—like if I squeeze too hard, she’ll disappear.I turn to leave.“What about him, Alpha?” Fury growls behind me.I don’t even glance at the bastard on the floor.“Drag him along too,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “But don’t be gentle.”Fury nods once, and I hear the satisfying thud of Khaos being grabbed.I don’t waste another second. I head straight for the hidden corridor—narrow, overgrown with vines, known only to those of Alpha blood. It leads directly to the private pack clinic, tucked deep into the forest like a secret we try to forget. No gossip. No eyes. No fucking questions.I mindlink the doctor as I move, "Get to the private clinic. Now. Discreetly."He doesn’t ask why. He just replies, "Already there."By the time I burst through the doors, the doctor’s standing ready.“Put her down,” he says quickly, moving to

  • Submission is Not My Style    Too Late to Protect Her

    We’re barely a few feet from the hospital when a warrior I recognise from the border patrol comes barreling toward me like the whole damn pack is on fire.“Alpha!” he pants, skidding to a stop. “There was—there was a giant wolf—no, a beast—roaming the pack. It caused a panic. It’s like nothing we’ve ever seen before. Maybe a hybrid? We should hunt it down and kill it, Alpha.”I squint at him, trying to place his name through the haze of my growing migraine. His breath reeks of something fermented.Of course.sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “John,” I say slowly, “you didn’t quit drinking on duty, did you? Even after I warned you that if I caught you again, you were done?”His eyes drop to the dirt, shoulders folding in like a guilty pup. I don’t need his answer. My nose does the work.“Out of my fucking way,” I growl, shoving past him. “You’re fired. Demoted to omega. Maybe scrubbing piss off floors will finally sober your ass up.”I mutter under my breath, more to myself than an

  • Submission is Not My Style    Runaway Luna

    It takes another three goddamn hours to reach the pack, and of course, my wolf never stops clawing at the inside of my chest—dragging us forward by the throat the entire time. He grows more restless and agitated with every passing minute, increasingly impatient and pissed off, though he still refuses to tell me why.I’ve asked him over and over again, what the hell is wrong with you? But all I get is growls and the sharp snap of teeth like a rabid beast.I try to reason with myself. It’s probably the frustration of being away from Kali for too long. He’s furious we wasted time dealing with the Alpha King’s bullshit when we should’ve been home, wrapped around our mate.The second I cross the territory line, I don’t slow down. I shut off every mind-link trying to reach me—Fury, pack warriors, even the damn omegas. I don’t care who it is. I block them all. There’s only one person I want right now.Kali.I rush through the pack grounds, ignoring the bowed heads and startled glances as I h

  • Submission is Not My Style    Her Royal Obsession

    His gaze flicks up sharply.I don’t wait for him to speak. “He’s your royal messenger, isn’t he? He delivers your personal letters. That means he could pull something like this and make it look official.”The Alpha King squints, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Your uncle doesn’t have access to my personal office. Nor to the royal seal. That’s kept under magical protection only accessible to me—and any royal by blood. My queen is out of the question…” He trails off, visibly reluctant to speak about her. “My daughter, Celestia. But she—”He frowns, shaking his head. “No. She wouldn’t. I doubt she’d go so far.”“Wouldn’t she?” I mutter, bitterness lacing my words. “Where is he? Where’s my uncle now?”The Alpha King shrugs, clearly losing interest. “Why should I know where a messenger is when I have bigger problems to deal with? He could be out running deliveries. Or maybe crawling under some rock he belongs under.”I ball my fists at my sides, my nails digging crescent moons into my palm

  • Submission is Not My Style    A Letter That Shouldn’t Exist

    Normally, it takes a solid four damn hours to reach the Alpha King’s palace—even at full speed. But today, somehow, my wolf, who's been whining and cursing me out since the second we left the Red Night Pack, managed to shave it down to three. Three hours.It’s insane.Three relentless hours of tearing through forests, leaping over rivers, crashing past startled wildlife, and ignoring every bone-deep warning my body tries to send me.Not that I’m complaining.I’m a man in love. The sooner I get this ridiculous “fine” sorted for taking down a corrupt power structure to protect Kali, the sooner I can get back to her—back to where I belong.But I won’t lie—every mile I put between us gnaws at me. I hate this distance.And I regret not marking her.Deeply.Without that mark, I have no way of knowing where she is, if she’s okay, or if she even made it safely to Blood Fang with her mom. No connection. No bond.Sure, Fury and a few warriors are with them for protection, but even the natural

  • Submission is Not My Style    You’ll Die by His Hands

    “Fine,” I rasp at last, voice hoarse. “I’ll tell you. But why are you so obsessed with that necklace, anyway?” I squint against the harsh overhead light, trying and failing to see him clearly. All I can make out is a looming shadow pacing back and forth like a restless predator.“It’s just a stupid necklace,” I add. “Fake. Trust me.”He growls—a low, guttural, vicious sound that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end. He knows I’m lying.“You fucking bitch,” he snarls. “That necklace isn’t fake. It vanished nearly a decade ago. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hunting for it? How many people I’ve tortured, killed, bribed—ruined—just to find that damn thing?!”A chill runs down my spine as I picture the trail of destruction he’s left in his obsession. But that fury—that slip in his composure?That’s my way in.“Are you doing all this because of the Alpha King as his personal lapdog?” I ask, keeping my tone calm, baiting him. “Or is this your own selfish little crusade?”He stil

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