Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 153

Chapter 201

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Chapter 201

But it’s the one beside it–the Queen’s throne–that makes my heart twist. The carvings of roses and feathers shimmer faintly in the light, the seat gleaming white as snow. As if the throne itself is calling to me, pulling at me the same way the princess’s throne once did the first time I saw it.

A shiver runs through me, cold and slow. My gaze locks on that seat, and suddenly the hall around me fades. The drums. The chanting. The whispers. All gone.

It’s only me and that throne.

And for the briefest moment, I swear I feel her–my mother’s warmth. The scent of lavender. The echo of her laughter.

A single tear slips down my cheek before I even realize it.

Jack notices instantly. His fingers tighten around mine, stopping me right there in the middle of the hall. He pulls out a handkerchief, his touch gentle as he wipes the tear away. “All eyes are on you, my queen,” he murmurs softly. “This is a day of celebration, not tears.”

I force a small smile, my voice trembling. “It’s a tear of joy, Jack.”

His eyes soften, but the emotion there–gods–it could melt steel.

He leans closer, pressing a kiss to my temple before guiding me forward. “Then let them see your joy.”

We walk together down the carpeted aisle, the crowd parting on either side. Everyone bows–from Alphas to warriors to Omegas–each one lowering their head as we pass. I can feel their hopes pressing against my chest

like waves.

The high priest waits at the front, his robes shimmering silver in the sunlight pouring through the stained- glass windows.

“Alpha Jack,” he begins solemnly, then turns to me. “Princess Kali.”

He lifts his hands, his voice carrying through the vast hall. “Today, under the eyes of the Moon Goddess, you come before your people not only to be crowned as King and Queen, but to unite your souls as mates–bound by blood, by spirit, and by eternal love.”

Jack’s gaze finds mine, and suddenly, the world narrows to just us,

The high priest’s voice fades as he hands us a small ceremonial blade. “Cut your palms,” he instructs, “and vow before the Moon that your love shall never break–even in death.”

Jack’s eyes hold mine as he slices his palm open without flinching. I do the same, and when our blood touches, a golden glow flares between our hands, heat sparking through my skin.

Jack’s voice is steady when he speaks. “I vow to protect you with my last breath, to stand beside you when the world turns its back, and to love you until the stars themselves burn out.”

My throat tightens, but I manage to whisper, “And I vow to stand with you, Jack, through light and shadow. To love you fiercely, and to never let go, no matter what the fates decide.”

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Chapter 201

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The hall erupts in applause as the priest raises his hands, blessing our bond.

Then, his tone deepens. “And now… the coronation.”

He lifts the two crowns–the King’s of iron and obsidian, the Queen’s of moonstone and silver. He places Jack’s crown first, the weight of it commanding silence. Then mine, cool and heavy against my forehead.

The High Priest’s voice booms across the hall. “Bow before your new King and Queen of the Werewolf Realm!”

Thunderous cheers rise. Warriors howl, people clap, and chants of Long live the King and Queen! echo off the marble walls.

Jack takes my hand again and leads me to the thrones. My pulse races as I approach the Queen’s seat–the one that called to me.

The moment I sit, a wave of warmth surges through my veins. My body trembles. My vision blurs.

It’s as if the throne itself breathes into me. Power. Fire. Life.

My eyelids flutter shut. For a heartbeat, I’m weightless–floating between worlds. Then-

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