Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 114

Fury’s body jolts.

His fingers twitch. His back arches slightly off the bed as though sine unseen force is dragging him upward, fighting for dominance inside him. His wolf is reacting to mine. It’s instinctive–an age–old response etched deep into our kind’s DNA. Alpha blood demands submission, but Fury’s no ordinary wolf. He’s always been different. He’s strong. Relentless.

Now, he’s caught in the middle of a transformation he never asked for.

Sweat beads on his brow, his breathing ragged and shallow. His muscles flex beneath his skin as if straining against invisible chains, and a low growl escapes from his throat–raw and guttural. The sound sends a chill down my spine.

The doctor, wide–eyed, stares at the monitors. “He’s… already reacting? That fast? That’s not supposed to happen.”

“It’s my blood,” I say quietly, my eyes never leaving Fury. “It doesn’t ask for permission.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to open his eyes. His lids flutter like he’s trapped in an internal war, his wolf fighting to rise while his body clings to the edge.

“Easy,” Kali whispers, clutching his hand tightly. “You don’t have to fight it. Just…. come back to us.”

Her voice is softer now, like a balm soothing the storm raging inside him. And just like that, Fury exhales sharply. His body slackens, the tension melting from his limbs. The doctor checks his pulse and exhales slowly.

“His vitals are stabilizing. It’s working.”

I see it in Kali’s eyes–the flicker of hope but deep down, I know this is only the beginning. He might wake up stronger, but he won’t be the same. He won’t act the same.

Once the transfer is complete, the doctor removes the tubes with expert care, disposing of the enchanted lines and sealing the insertion points with a healing salve. He checks Fury’s pulse one more time and nods to himself.

“Now we wait,” he says. “Until he wakes.”

“I’ll stay,” Kali murmurs. “You go. Find your bastard uncle, Jack–before he gets another chance to hurt someone we love.”

She’s right. Time is running out. I press a firm kiss to her lips, my fingers brushing her cheek.

“Call me if anything changes.”

“I will,” she whispers.

I take one last look at Fury’s motionless body, the sight burning itself into my memory. Then I turn and walk out, already planning how many times I’ll tear my uncle apart–piece by piece.

I storm through the palace hallway, my chest tight, jaw clenched, and mind spinning with rage. That’s when I see him–the Alpha King–striding down the corridor with heavy steps and furrowed brows. His presence commands the space. Normally, I’d bow–show some damn respect. But not when everything feels like it’s hanging by a thread.

He stops a few feet in front of me. “I was just coming to find you,” he says before I can speak. “The Queen ended the celebration the moment Kali ran off in a panic. She said there’s no point in celebrating when her daughter–or someone her daughter cares about—is in danger.”

I nod. “Fury is more than just someone we care about. He’s family. He’s protected Kali and now, he’s barely clinging to it.”

“What happened?” the King asks.

I exhale sharply. “Your royal messenger–that bastard–is what happened. He’s the one behind all of this. He was Celestia’s master, manipulating her like a puppet, driving her to madness. He kidnapped Kali. Tried everything to kill her. But he failed.”

Something flickers in the Alpha King’s eyes–a flash of understanding mixed with fury–but he remains silent, letting me go on.

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