Semua Bab Submission is Not My Style : Bab 171 - Bab 180

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

Eight hours. My paws pound the forest floor like drums of war, but the bastard is nowhere. Every trail I follow twists, bends, and scatters like smoke in the wind. My wolf’s breath fogs the air, rage simmering beneath my skin. I halt, nostrils flaring. Corrupted energy burns faintly in the air, bla

The silence that follows is suffocating and heavy, choking the very air from my lungs. For the first time, I wonder if my thirst for vengeance is nothing compared to hers. My uncle may have destroyed my father, may have tried to break me… but he shattered her entire life if he was truly the one who

The carriage sways gently as we leave the palace behind. My hand never leaves the Queen’s elbow as I guide her inside and help her to her seat. She doesn’t need the assistance—her bearing is as regal as ever—but something in me refuses to let go. Whether out of respect, instinct, or the gnawing fear

I can’t believe it. There’s a baby inside me. A real, living, breathing piece of life growing in my womb. The words keep circling in my head like vultures, making my chest tighten until it feels like I can’t breathe. How did I not know? How did my wolf not sense it? She’s supposed to be bound to e