Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 157

A pang tightened my chest, but I forced a small smile. “Enough about me.” I tilted my head, trying to lighten the mood. “Tell me about you. About Caspian.”

Jasmine’s lips twitch, and then–to my surprise–she giggles like a lovesick teenager. “Well…” She bites her lip, eyes glinting. “Caspian and I had a one–night stand.”

For a moment, I just stare at her. The words don’t even register.

Then they do.

My mouth falls open, and I actually take a step back. “Wait–what did you just say?”

She blinks innocently. “I said Caspian and I had a one–night stand.”

I slap my hand over my mouth before a sound escapes me. Oh. My. Goddess.

If Jack ever hears that–Caspian is dead.

Like–publicly executed, head–on–a–spike dead.

“Are you insane?” I hiss in a whisper, grabbing her arm. “Do you have any idea what he’d do if he found out?”

Jasmine rolls her eyes. “Relax, Kali. You sound like an old wolf.”

“Your brother is the Alpha King now, Jasmine!” I whisper fiercely. “He doesn’t relax! Especially not about- ugh, never mind.”

I loop my arm through hers and start pulling her down the corridor.

“Where are we going?” she laughs, trying to keep up.

“My blood sugar just dropped,” I lie quickly. “I need sweets before I faint from shock–and before I hear the rest of this story.”

Jasmine chuckles, shaking her head. “Do you always handle bad news with sugar?”

“Yes,” I mutter under my breath. “But with a lot of sugar.” I fan myself dramatically. “And if I don’t get something sweet in the next sixty seconds, I’ll collapse–and you’ll have to carry a pregnant queen down these halls.”

Jasmine rolls her eyes, and by the time we reach my chambers, the distant noise of the celebration has faded into a soft hum. I push open the doors to my bedroom and she lets out a quiet gasp.

“Goddess… Kali, this room is bigger than the one in the Red Night Pack–and dare I say, even Bloodfang’s,” she says, spinning slowly as her eyes dart from the crystal chandeliers to the silk–draped windows. “And is that an indoor balcony? You have two? Goddess, you could fit an entire house in here!”

I laugh, slipping off the heavy crown that’s been torturing my skull all night and setting it on the dresser with a relieved sigh. “Perks of being the Alpha King’s daughter. Your brother’s lucky to be king–and you’re lucky to be the King’s twin sister,” I tease. “But honestly, I’d trade all this space for just one day without someone calling

me Your Majesty.”

Jasmine grins, sitting gingerly at the edge of my bed while I pull open a lower cupboard. From beneath a pile of folded cloaks, I retrieve my secret stash–chocolates, caramel bars, and a jar of honeyed almonds. Jack thinks I’ve given up sweets because of the baby. He’s wrong.

I sit cross–legged on the bed, open the box, and pop a chocolate into my mouth with a satisfied groan. Heaven,” I mumble, then offer one to her.

“(

She shakes her head, smiling faintly. “I wish I could. But the pack doctor said no sugar for me,” she says softly. My body’s still weak from being without my wolf. Apparently, I’m supposed to eat boring, healthy things.”

I pause mid–chew, my eyes softening. “Right. I forgot about that. I’m sorry.”

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