Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 112

The guards lower their heads as I pass, but I don’t stop. My mind is locked on one thing.

Save him.

I charge into the same medical wing where Kali had once been treated. It’s the private clinic reserved for the Alpha King himself. And now, it’s for the warrior who nearly gave his life for the Alpha King’s daughter–my mate.

The moment I burst in, the royal doctor appears like he was already waiting, head bowed low in respect, eyes widening as he sees the state of Fury.

“On the bed. Now,” he says quickly, snapping into action.

Ilower Fury gently, my hands trembling for the first time.

The doctor works fast. Scissors slicing through fabric, tools clattering against the tray, muttering things under his breath in panic I can barely register.

I just stand–there. Covered in blood. Watching. Praying.

After what feels like a century, the doctor finally pulls off his gloves, his face pale.

“He’s alive,” he says. “Barely. I found his pulse and stabilized it.”

I exhale, knees almost buckling in relief.

“But-” the doctor lifts a hand, his expression grave, “-his injuries are… unnatural. His wolf is not healing him. In fact, I fear it’s broken.”

“What?” I breathe.

“He was nearly torn apart. Bone fractures in five places. His spinal alignment was twisted with such force, it’s a miracle he’s not already dead. This wasn’t a normal fight. It was intentional. Someone meant to cripple him. This was savagery beyond instinct. If we don’t intervene, he may never walk again.”

This is my fault. My uncle used Fury to send a message. A brutal warning that I can’t stop him. That this is only the beginning. This was his revenge–for what I did. And Fury… Fury was just the scapegoat, but I swear on my life this will be the last time that bastard hurts anyone.

“What do you need?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

“Blood,” the doctor mutters, inspecting Fury’s shredded body. “But not just any blood. Not even an Alpha’s will suffice. To save him, we’ll need the blood of the Alpha King himself. The strongest lifeblood available.”

He pauses, his gaze shifting to me. A flicker of hesitation crosses his face as he studies me closely, as if sensing something deeper.

“You’re the future Alpha King,” he says firmly. “I can feel it. Your aura–it’s nearly identical to the current Alpha King’s. The only difference is you haven’t officially claimed the throne yet. But you’ve completed the mating bond with his daughter. That changes everything.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying you’re no longer ordinary. You carry the blood of kings now–and the wolf of one, too. That makes your blood… powerful. Royal.”

I glance at Fury lying broken on the bed, my throat tightening.

“Your blood will do,” the doctor finishes.

Funny. That thought had crossed my mind the moment I found him–bloody and barely breathing in the woods. But something Fury once told me held me back. When I asked him to become Alpha of Blood Fang, he said–so firmly—that it wasn’t his path,

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