Lahat ng Kabanata ng Submission is Not My Style : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

"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

With a heavy sigh, I rise to my feet, disgusted with myself for even hesitating—especially when I owe Fury everything for what he’s done for me. But I can’t help it. I glance at the doctor, who’s still standing there patiently. “Let me consult my mate before I—” “My mate, Jack, will donate his blo

“When is he going to wake up, Doctor?” My voice cracks despite my attempt to sound composed. I try to hide how terrified I am, but I must be failing—because the doctor gives me a look that says he sees right through me. “It’s been over five hours… and still nothing.” I haven’t moved from Fury’s sid

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

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