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Chapter 161

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"What… how… what happened?"

Kali’s voice stammers through the mind-link, jagged and choked with disbelief.

I clutch Fury tighter in my arms, his blood soaking through my shirt, his body heavy, limp, and terrifyingly still. My wolf snarls beneath my skin, low and feral, barely restrained thirsting
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  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 194

    The King. My father. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. My father can’t be dead. He’s too strong, too unshakable, too—everything. He’s the Alpha King. He can’t just… be gone. The words burn inside me, sharp and unreal. I can’t breathe, can’t even think. My lips move before I can stop them, barely mo

  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 193

    The King. My father. Dead? No. No, that’s impossible. My father can’t be dead. He’s too strong, too unshakable, too—everything. He’s the Alpha King. He can’t just… be gone. The words burn inside me, sharp and unreal. I can’t breathe, can’t even think. My lips move before I can stop them, barely mo

  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 192

    “No!” Malik’s scream rips across the realm, raw with terror. “Not the eternal fire! Please—I’ll change, I’ll—” But mercy does not come. The Queen’s grip on the chain tightens one last time, and with a flick, she casts him down. His scream fades into the roar of the eternal blaze, swallowed as his

  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 191

    The spirit world opens like a breath of eternity—vast, endless, silver light stretching across a sky with no stars, only the pale glow of the eternal moon. The ground beneath is neither earth nor air, shifting like mist yet solid enough to hold the weight of souls. It is beautiful, serene… but heavy

  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 190

    “You know what to do,” she says, her voice low but firm. “Once I am inside the necklace.” Jack shifts back, his bare chest rising and falling with exhaustion. His eyes flash with panic. “Are you sure about this?” “This isn’t the time to hesitate and be a pussy, Jack,” she snaps, stepping toward hi

  • Submission is Not My Style    Chapter 189

    The clearing thrums with a tension so thick it feels alive, pressing against the skin like a storm about to shatter the heavens. Shadows stretch long, the air vibrating with Malik’s twisted laughter as the Queen takes another step forward, her face carved from ice. “Enough of your wickedness,” she

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