Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 106

“You see?!” I smirk, thrusting my arm forward to point at Celestia mimicking the exact way she once pointed at me like 1 was filth. “You are the imposter. The fraud. You forged a necklace–on that rightfully belongs to me, the true daughter of the Alpha King.”

I pause to catch my breath before roaring, “And for that blasphemy against the royal bloodline, I demand punishment by death! Guards, seize her!”

This time, they don’t hesitate. Unlike when she gave the same command against me and no one moved, my words carry weight and authority. My aura ripples through the hall–undeniable, heavy with command. The guards move. Swords unsheathe. Footsteps pound toward Celestia.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she stumbles back in panic, her heels skidding slightly on the polished marble. She stops at the edge of the staircase that leads up to the throne, then whirls around, eyes desperate, locking on the Alpha King,

“Dad…” she breathes. “You trained me. You raised me as your daughter. Are you really going to let this happen? Let these filthy guards lay their hands on me?” Her voice breaks. “Are you really going to discard me like this?”

Tears rush down her cheeks now–fat, messy sobs that seem too perfect, too rehearsed. She’s desperate. Cornered. Reaching for the only weapon she has left: pity.

“You brought this upon yourself, Celestia,” the King says coldly, his tone final as he ascends and settles onto his throne–regal and unmoved. Then, to my surprise, he casts me a quick, almost imperceptible wink.

The Queen chuckles softly, the click of her heels echoing through the silent hall as she lifts the hem of her royal gown to gracefully ascend the steps, likely to join the King on her own throne. But she barely gets one foot on the marble before it happens.

In the blink of an eye, Celestia lets out a shriek and lunges forward, a small silver blade gleaming in her hand. Gasps pierce the hall as she grabs the Queen from behind, pressing the knife hard against her throat.

“If anyone takes another step toward me, I swear on my life–I’ll kill her!” Celestia screams. Her voice trembles now–not with fear, but unhinged rage. The guards freeze, weapons half–lifted. The Alpha King shoots to his feet.

“Celestia!” he bellows. “That’s your mother! Don’t do this. Don’t worsen your punishment. She’s your Queen! Laying a blade on her neck means immediate death!”

Celestia lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Did you just say… my mother?” She snorts as if she’s just heard the joke of the century.

“She’s never loved me. She never even held my hand once.” Her voice cracks, and her face twists with years of buried resentment. “She hated me–every part of me! I was never enough for her. So don’t talk to me about blood and loyalty.”

Her grip tightens on the blade. “I’m going to die anyway. Whether sit on that throne or not, I’m already dead to all of you.” Her lips twitch into a crazed smile. “So I might as well take her with me.”

But instead of fear, the Queen starts to laugh. Softly at first, then louder–genuine, full–bodied laughter that shakes her

shoulders.

“What’s so funny?!” Celestia shrieks, the knife now digging slightly into the Queen’s neck. A drop of blood beads at the blade’s.

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“You think I won’t do it?! This knife is laced with dark magic! One slice and you’ll be gone before you even blink!”

Still, the Queen laughs harder. Her eyes sparkle with amusement, ke she’s watching a child throw a tantrum rather than face death.She’s laughing so hard now, tears spill from her eyes.

And it pisses Celestia off.

She growls, pressing the blade deeper. “You think this is funny?! You’re seconds from death, and you laugh?!”

I can’t breathe. My fists are clenched at my sides, my heart hammering in my chest. I’ve just found my mother. After years. I

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can’t lose her now, and I know Celestia won’t hesitate to kill her; after all, she almost did the same to me.

“Leave the Queen out of this,” I say softly, struggling to keep my voice steady though every nerve in my body screams. “This fight–it’s between you and me, Celestia. She has nothing to do with it.”

Celestia gaze at me, her smirk wicked. “Oh? Are you afraid I might actually succeed in killing your mother… like I failed to kill you in this very hall?”

Her words feel like a slap.

“Oh, how I’d love to watch her bleed like you did. Begging for her life…”

“We both know,” I say through gritted teeth, “you gain nothing by killing the Queen.”

I try not to let the desperation show but it’s there, buried beneath every word. My eyes flick to my mother. She’s still smiling- still completely unafraid and it infuriates me. Because my mother, the Queen, is acting as if her life means nothing. Her mocking laughter only pushes Celestia further to the edge.

“Let her kill me,” The Queen finally speaks calm, composed.

“This is what I get,” she continues, louder now, addressing the entire room like we’re unwilling spectators in some twisted performance. “This is what I get for offering food and shelter to a good–for–nothing brat. For letting a worthless rogue live like a princess.”

“Ido-” Celestia begins, but the Queen cuts her off sharply.

“Don’t make me laugh,” she snaps, venom lacing every word. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were fake. Trying so hard to please me. Smiling. Bowing. Playing the sweet little girl” she sneers, “You were only trying to replace my daughter.

Celestia stiffens.

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