Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 121

By the time I return from the palace, the sun is already sliding, lower in the sky, spilling gold across the place. Jasmine is likely far away by now–surrounded by the king’s most trusted guards, e ones my mother personally handpicked.

She hadn’t just arranged the escort; she had given Jasmine a velvet pouch so heavy with gold coins it made her arm sag. “No one leaves the royal palace without proof they’ve been here,” my mother had said with that regal smile. “And I’m thanking her for being your friend when you needed one most. May the Moon Goddess guide her to the love she deserves.”

Jasmine’s eyes had shimmered with gratitude, but she didn’t cry. She simply hugged me once more, whispered a quiet goodbye, and walked away–straight out of the palace and into the carriage without looking back.

I hurry to Fury’s father’s house now, choosing the front door instead of slipping quietly through the back like we had earlier. I don’t want it to seem like we both disappeared, though that’s exactly what happened.

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I’m halfway through the doorway when I freeze–heat rushing to my face.

Fury.

His hands are clamped firmly around his new mate’s waist. Nora sits perched on his lap as though she belongs there, her cheeks flushed pink as if he’s whispered something only she’s allowed to bear. He’s looking at her like she’s the only thing in the world worth breathing for.

My jaw tightens until my teeth ache.

Jasmine left–heart aching, dreams crushed and here he is acting like the mate bond is the only thing that matters. His thumb strokes lazy circles against Nora’s hip, and she leans into him with a shy smile. I’ve never seen Fury like this. Never.

A dark, sharp pang twists in my chest. I glare at Nora without even meaning to. If it were Jasmine in her place–his true mate-

she wouldn’t be running away from everything, from him. She wouldn’t be hurting alone somewhere.

Nora shifts, as if feeling the heat of my stare. She glances my way and bows her head slightly, but I look past her before I do something petty. I know it isn’t her fault… but I can’t help but hate her in this moment.

Fury’s father rolls into the room from the hallway, the squeak of his wheelchair cutting through the moment. He’s coming from the direction of the guest bedroom–the one Jasmine had been resting in earlier.

“Princess Kali,” he greets warmly. “Is Jasmine alright? Has she woken yet? Poor thing… so fragile, so weak–like a human.” His expression softens before he lifts a neatly folded stack of towels from his lap. “I brought these for you, but after knocking for several minutes, I found the room empty. I grew worried when didn’t see either of you. Did you go for a walk? A bit of fresh air might help her heal naturally.”

I take the towels from him, my fingers curling around the fabric. “No,” I say quietly. “She’s gone. Thank you for the towels.”

His brows knit together. “What do you mean… gone?”

Before I can answer, Fury’s voice cuts in, sharp and surprised. “What?”

I turn to see him staring at me now, though his hands are still clamped around Nora’s waist. She tries to rise, but he pulls her back down without even looking at her, his grip tightening possessively.

“Where did Jasmine go? Back to the palace without telling me? When did she leave?” His voice is laced with irritation, not

concern.

“Not long ago,” I reply, my voice edged with steel I don’t bother to hide. My glare meets his, but it slides right past him–he doesn’t see it, or he doesn’t want to.

He shakes his head, muttering. “Why didn’t she tell me? I would have seen her back safely to the palace.” His tone sharpens, self -righteous. “Once I return, I’ll scold her for this.”

I can’t help it–the scoff rips from my throat before I can swallow it down. The nerve.

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