All Chapters of Submission is Not My Style : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I don’t remember making a deal with you,” I say sharply holding his gaze despite the intensity in his eyes. “I gave you an option—if you wanted me out, then you had to bring him too. That’s only fair, considering I was thrown in there like a damn dog.” I spit the words at him, glaring. I don’t miss the way his lips press into a firm line, or the slight twitch of irritation in his jaw.A low growl rumbles in his chest. “You weren’t in there for long,” he mutters, annoyed. “I was ready to pull you out immediately, but you—” he steps closer, his presence suffocating “—were stubborn. You made me go back on my word as an Alpha.” His fingers flex at his sides before he scoffs, shaking his head. "And yet, here you are, still talking back, still looking me in the eyes as if we are equals." His voice lowers, dangerous. "I am an Alpha. Have you not been taught respect?"Alpha. He was truly an Alpha.I swallow, words sticking in my throat, unsure how to respond.But before I can gather my thoug

Alpha JackThe scent of my mate still clings to me as I force myself to walk away from the black hole of misery.My wolf howls in frustration, barely restrained, desperate to claim what is his. Every instinct in me screams to run to the Mating Room, to find her waiting—ready—to complete the bond and start the future we were destined for—bearing strong male pups.I have waited long enough. I will not waste another second.But duty calls.I was supposed to meet with a messenger from the royals—sent by the Alpha King himself—when I caught her scent. In that instant, nothing else had mattered. Not even the damn Alpha King. I had run to her like my life depended on it, unwilling to risk losing her before I even knew her.And what did I find?My mate, locked away in the most dangerous part of my pack. The very place I had forbidden my warriors from using to imprison women. And yet, my own cousin—my trusted commander—had dared to put her there.Another reason why he had to die.I stalk throu

The moment my fingers curl around the handle, I hesitate, my heart hammering against my ribs. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open.I gasp, my eyes widening at the sheer size of the mating room—it’s far larger than I expected. Massive, more extravagant than anything I’ve ever seen. Grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the space, while deep mahogany walls give it a dark, intimate feel. For a brief moment, the fear that had gripped me—the haunting memories of Luna Diana’s warriors dragging me, stripping me bare to force me into mating with Travis—disappears.I should feel terrified.But I don’t, and something else stirs inside me. A strange, unfamiliar warmth.My gaze drifts to the enormous bed. God, the bed—it’s something out of a sinful dream. The frame is sturdy, built to withstand anything, and the deep crimson silk sheets look almost too inviting. My breath catches as an entirely inappropriate thought creeps into my mind—Jack lifting me roughly, throwing me onto the matt

Alpha JackI stand by the window, watching as my mate walks away without a single moment of hesitation. Her heavy bag of gold is slung over her shoulder, yet she carries it as if it weighs nothing. She doesn’t glance back—not even once. No second thoughts, no lingering doubts in her steps. Just pure determination, as if she truly believes she’s convinced she’s escaping. The thought irks me more than it should.Did she really think I’d let her go that easily?A bitter chuckle escapes my lips as lean against the frame. A part of me wonders—how the hell did a woman like her, strong and stubborn, come to possess that much gold? What kind of job could she have done? Because one thing is certain—she would never bow to an Alpha and earn such a fortune through obedience or dedication.But more than that, what truly fascinates me is her audacity—the way she tried to reject me so heartlessly, so effortlessly, without even a flicker of hesitation. If I hadn’t silenced her with that kiss, she wou

Kali’s POVThe world feels distant, as if I’m trapped in a dream—floating, no, sinking—caught between reality and darkness. A sharp, relentless throbbing pulses through my skull, and my body feels unbearably heavy.Am I dreaming? Is this what dying feels like?The last thing I remember is the betrayal—the wicked cackle of that old woman and the greedy voices of those bastards, plotting to sell me off like a damn object.I should have known. I should have learned my lesson. But I didn’t.And now… there’s a sound.A noise so foreign in this desolate place, yet so familiar it stirs something deep inside me. Whimpers. Choked sobs. The distinct sound of flesh meeting flesh—a body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.What…?I try to move, but my limbs refuse to obey. My eyelids flutter open weakly, my vision blurred, the edges swimming in darkness. There’s movement—no, a shadow. A figure stands tall, fists striking down with brutal force, beating someone into the dirt.A man.Through t