Semua Bab Submission is Not My Style : Bab 11 - Bab 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

Alpha Jack The 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 a

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 chan

My head spins as the image of a little girl clutching a blue necklace burns into my mind. Even with my eyes closed, it’s all I can see. I know that girl is me—I recognize the familiar curve of my cheeks, the shape of my nose, the quiet sadness in her innocent eyes, and her dark curls. She is me. I

Alpha Jack I 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 pur