Submission is Not My Style
"You wouldn’t dare reject your mate. Do you have any idea how many women in this pack would kill to be in your position? To be my Luna?"
His arrogance snaps something inside me.
Lucky? LUCKY?
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, Travis,” I say, shaking my head. “Do I look like any of those women to you?”
His nostrils flare, and I know he doesn’t like my tone. But I don’t care. Because I refuse to submit.
"Kali, I am your mate, and—"
"I, Kali, reject you, Alpha Travis, future Alpha of the Red Night Pack, as my mate and Alpha." His eyes widen in horror, but I don’t stop. "I refuse to submit to you—now and forever."
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