Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 155

His tall frame moves with practiced grace as he approaches, head held high, shoulders square. His dark hair gleams under the torchlight, and that calm, stoic expression–gods, I used to know it better than my own. reflection.

But now, all I can think about is the last time we spoke. The cold, distant way he treated me like I no longer existed.

1 tear my gaze away, jaw tight, pretending to be utterly fascinated by the carvings on my throne. My stomach knots, anger and hurt coiling deep. Two can play that game.

Jack shifts beside me, clearly sensing the change in my aura, but he says nothing.

As Caspian and his Luna reach the steps, I still don’t look directly at them. Not until movement at his side catches my attention.

The woman beside him has her head bowed, long red hair falling over her shoulders. There’s something oddly familiar about her posture, her aura. My brow furrows.

When she finally lifts her head—

My breath catches in my throat.

“Jasmine,” I whisper.

Jack’s twin sister is standing there beside Caspian like she belongs–like she isn’t the broken, haunted version of herself I remember.

What the hell is she doing here?

And why is she standing there as his Luna?

Could Jasmine be… Caspian’s second–chance mate?

As my gaze lingers on her–her soft smile, the faint color in her cheeks, the subtle shimmer of life in her once- empty eyes–I realize what truly shocks me isn’t the bond between them. It’s her.

She’s glowing.

Not the way a she–wolf glows when her wolf stirs, but in the way a flower blooms after surviving a storm. Her shoulders aren’t hunched anymore, her steps aren’t heavy. There’s light where there used to be nothing but pain.

My chest tightens, memories flashing unbidden–Jasmine trembling in my arms, her voice breaking as she begged me to free her from Beta Khoas. The scars. The hollow look in her eyes. The way she’d lost her wolf just to survive him.

I shiver at the thought. The monster had taken everything from her–her spirit, her strength, her joy.

And yet here she is. Standing tall.

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Chapter 203

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A smile ghosts across my lips despite the confusion clawing at my gut. I never thought I’d see this light in her again.

But Jack…

Jack isn’t smiling.

Before I can react, he’s already on his feet, fury radiating off him in waves.

In a blur, he’s standing before Caspian, one hand gripping the Alpha’s throat, lifting him slightly off the ground.

The crowd gasps. Warriors shift uneasily, unsure if they should intervene.

“How dare you,” Jack snarls, his voice dripping with raw authority. His eyes flash gold, his aura shaking the air around us. “She was sent to your pack for protection, Caspian. Protection. Not to be your woman.”

“Jack!” I gasp, jumping to my feet.

Jasmine’s face floods with color–shock, then shame, then desperate pleading. “Jack, please–stop! It’s not what you think!” Her voice trembles, and she grabs his arm, trying to pull him back. “He didn’t hurt me. Please, let him go!”

Jack doesn’t listen. His jaw tightens, fangs peeking through, his grip unrelenting on Caspian’s throat.

“Jack,” I whisper, stepping closer, placing my hand gently over his. “Enough.”

His power thrums under my palm, but the moment my skin touches his, his eyes snap to mine. The fury in them falters, just a little.

“Look at her,” I say softly, tilting my chin toward Jasmine. “Does she look like someone who’s been hurt?”

Jack’s breathing slows. His gaze flicks to his sister–her cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering with embarrassment

but… alive.

That’s what breaks him.

He exhales roughly and releases Caspian, who drops to his knees, coughing hard but still managing to bow in

respect.

The tension in the room eases, though the air is still thick with unease.

“Welcome your sister,” I murmur to Jack, my tone gentle but firm. “Not scare her half to death.”

He runs a hand down his face, trying to calm himself, but his eyes are still hard as steel when they meet Caspian’s.

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