Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 119

I wring out the cloth and press it gently to Jasmine’s forehead, the team curling upward like tiny ghosts in the dim light. Her skin burns beneath my touch, damp from the heat. She’s curled upon the bed, her breaths uneven, strands of hair plastered to her face. She looks so small–too small for someone who once had he strength of a wolf in her veins.

Losing her wolf… It’s been destroying her piece by piece. I can see the weakness, the way her bones seem sharper under her skin. And every time I look at her, I remember what black magic stole from her, all because she was desperate to free herself from a toxic mate forever.

Maybe I’d hoped–selfishly–that Fury might return her feelings too. That maybe, just maybe, his love would be enough to bring her wolf back, but fate doesn’t care about hope. And now he’s wrapped around his second–chance mate, Nora–a breathtaking beauty, the kind that draws stares without effort. She s nothing like Lady Celestia, his disastrous first mate. Nora is warm and soft–spoken, and she treated his father like her own family.

Even I can’t deny she’s perfect for him. His father practically glows whenever he looks at her, calling their bond “a match made in heaven by the Moon Goddess herself.” The perfect daughter–in–law. And seeing the old man so happy… I can’t even resent it.

I was the one who carried her here after she collapsed–Fury never loosened his hold on his mate long enough to notice. And even though he eventually tried to carry her himself, I know Jasmine would be grateful it was me, not him, who brought her to this guest room.

She stirs, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Slowly, her eyes flutter open. When her gaze meets mine, color rushes into her cheeks, and her eyes widen in horror as the memory floods back.

“Don’t tell me…” she whispers, her voice hoarse and heavy with dread. “I fainted. Right there. In front of everyone… in front of him and his father?”

I nod slowly, hesitating, biting back a sigh.

She groans and yanks the blanket over her face. “Oh, kill me now. wish the ground would just swallow me whole.”

“Jas,” I murmur, prying the blanket from her face, “it’s not that bad. They understand. You’re human now–you’re not as strong as you used to be. Your heart can’t take the same strain, and your body can’t keep up like before.”

Her gaze drops, lashes lowering as though she’s hesitant to speak. Then, softly, she finally says, “You knew I liked him, didn’t you?”

I pause. There’s no point in lying. “I did. From the moment Fury almost died and you ran into his clinic room–like the world would end if you didn’t hold him. You told him you couldn’t live without him… it was written all over your face. I’m just surprised he didn’t see it, and instead… put you in the sister zone.

Her lips tremble with a faint, sad smile, though her eyes are glassy “It’s for the best, I guess,” she murmurs, as if trying to convince herself. “This way, it won’t make things awkward between us.”

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