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Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 159

I let out a slow sigh, a small, knowing smile tugging at my mouth. From the look in your eyes, Jasmineyou’re madly in love with him, aren’t you?

Her cheeks flush. She looks down, twisting the hem of her gown between her fingers. I am,she admits softly. I tried to fight it, but every time I see him, it’s likemy heart forgets how to beat unless he’s near.

My chest tightens. Has heconfessed yet?

Her head lifts slightly, and she shakes it. No,she says with a sad laugh that sounds more like a sigh. He treats me like I’m made of glassalways gentle, always kind. But he hasn’t said the words. And part of me-Her voice cracks. Part of me is terrified he never will.

I nod slowly, my mind racing. If Caspian truly loves herif he’s really in lovethat could break the dark magic that bound her wolf. That was the clause. True love could set her free.

But I know she doesn’t want to get her hopes upnot after what happened with Fury. She had once believed in that kind of love, only to have her heart shattered and be forced to walk away. Fury had treated her like glass too, but unlike him, Caspian looked at her like a womanlike she was his whole world.

I saw it earlier in the grand hallthe way his eyes followed her every movement. Caspian had never looked at me with that kind of intensity. He looked at her the way Jack looks at me. Whatever Caspian once thought he felt for me was nothing more than a fleeting crushnot love.

I reach over and squeeze her hand gently. Maybe he’s just waiting for the right moment,I whisper. You’d be surprised how men can hide their hearts until they’re forced to show them.

She gives me a small, watery smile. I hope so.

Before I can reply, a loud, frantic bang rattles the door.

Your Majesty!a voice shouts, breathless. My Queenplease, come quickly! The Kinghe’s about to kill Alpha Caspian!

The words punch the air out of my lungs.

Jasmine’s face drains of color. What?she gasps, bolting upright. Nono, that can’t-

But the look on the guard’s face says it all.

I rush to the door, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Where?

The grand hall,he pants. The party’s over. Everyone’s gonethe Alphas, their Lumasit’s just the King and Alpha Caspian now,

My stomach twists. Damn it, Jack. Not again.

Jasmine, stay behind me,I say quickly, grabbing her wrist. But she shakes her head violently.

No! If he kills Caspian-

I don’t let her finish. We’re already running. The halls blur past in a rush of color and torchlight until we burst through the doors of the grand hall.

The sight before me steals my breath.

Caspian is on his knees, Jack’s hand wrapped tightly around his throat. His eyes burn with defiance even as his face turns red from lack of air.

Jack’s voice is low, dangerous. I’m going to take back the life I gave you, Caspian. You were warned. You were told not to look at what’s mine.

Yours?Caspian rasps, choking out the words. You told me not to look at your matenot Jasmine. You said nothing about her. And if loving her means my death, then so be it. I’d rather die than live without her!

Caspian!Jasmine screams, tears streaking her face.

Jack’s eyes blaze with fury, his grip tightening. You dare-

But then Caspian’s voice cuts through, hoarse and desperate.

I love her,he gasps. Do you hear me, Jack? I love her. I love your sister, Jasmineand there’s nothing you can do to stop what I feel for her!

Everything freezes.

Jack’s eyes flicker, the strength in his hand faltering. For a split second, the mighty Alpha King hesitates.

And in that instant, Jasmine crumples beside me.

Jasmine!I scream, catching her before she hits the ground. Her body jerks violently, her back arching as a raw, guttural sound escapes her throat.

Jack!I shout. Something’s happening!

But I already know what it is.

Her nails dig into my arm as light bursts beneath her skinshimmering silver veins crawling up her neck, her eyes glowing with fierce, blinding gold.

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