Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 150

“Princess Kali.”

The voice cuts through my thoughts like a soft but firm command. I blink, tearing my gaze away from the rising flames and the smoke curling upward, devouring the bodies of my parents along with the grief that clings to the air.

Turning, I find two familiar figures–Nora, standing quietly with her hands clasped, and beside her… Fury’s

father.

The last time I saw him, he’d been pale and frail, hunched in a wheelchair–a shadow of the proud man who once guarded my mother with unwavering loyalty. But now, he stands tall. His shoulders are broad again, even if his hands tremble faintly. The firelight catches the silver strands in his hair, lending him an air of age and quiet strength.

He bows his head, his voice thick with guilt. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Princess. I should have been there- with her. I failed my Queen. I failed you.”

His eyes glisten, and for a moment, I see it clearly—the raw pain etched into every line of his face. The grief twisting deep inside him. The countless tears he must have shed when he heard of my mother’s death. He looks like a man begging for forgiveness no one ever asked of him.

“I should have protected her,” he continues, his voice breaking. “If only I hadn’t neglected my duty–if I had stood by her side like I swore I would–she’d still be alive.”

I shake my head slowly, offering him a small, sad smile. “It’s not your fault,” I say softly. “It’s fate. The Queen was destined to die–her time had come. But death…” My gaze drifts back to the flames, the smoke curling upward toward the stars. “Death isn’t the end of her story. It’s just the beginning of another life.”

Even without looking, I can feel Nora’s confusion–her brows drawing together–and Fury’s father’s puzzlement, the deep lines on his face tightening. “Princess,” he says carefully, “what do you mean by that? Are you saying… the Queen will return?”

I press my hand over my heart, eyes fixed on the pyres still burning faintly in the distance. “Let’s just say,” I murmur, “it’s a surprise we’ll all have to wait and see.”

A small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I remember my father’s letter. For a moment, silence hums between us—the kind that carries both fear and hope. Behind us, the crowd continues to chant the old prayers, the High Priest’s voice rising above the crackle of the fire.

Then, quietly, I ask, “Where’s Fury?”

Nora answers first, her tone gentle. “He said he was going to stand by Alpha Jack’s side–to assist him with whatever he needs.‘”

That draws a faint smile from me. Despite the Alpha King’s blood running through his veins, Fury still behaves like Jack’s loyal warrior.

Then Fury’s father adds, pride lacing his voice, “My son… he will soon compete to become Alpha of the Blood Fang Pack. I told him I’m well now. He doesn’t need to stay behind to care for me anymore. It’s his destiny–and

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I’ll follow him, wherever it takes him. That’s what a father does.”

“That’s good,” I reply softly, touched by the quiet strength in his words. “He deserves that chance.”

But before I can say more, a sudden, sharp ache grips my lower belly. I gasp, bending slightly as my hand flies to my stomach. It’s not pain–exactly. It’s… movement. Something kicked.

Impossible.

My heart races. I’m barely a month along–far too early for movement.

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