Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 122

It’s my fault, Princess Kall… and I think I know why.”

The voice comes from Nora. She shifts on his lap, her fingers trembling slightly as she presses against his chest with nothing but her omega strength, managing to stand on her own..

“She’s gone because of me, isn’t she?” she says softly, guilt bleeding into her tone.

Fury frowns, confused. “Baby, why are you blaming yourself? How could Jasmine leaving have anything to do with yo-”

He doesn’t get to finish as Nora’s voice cuts in, sharper now, frustration spilling out in a whisper that’s almost a shout.

“She’s in love with you. How can you not see that?”

Fury stares at her, blinking like she’s just told him the moon fell out of the sky. His mouth parts slightly. “What-? Impossible. I … no. You’re mistaken. I’ve never seen her as anything more than sister-

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“Even Nora can see she liked you,” I cut in, frustration burning hot in my chest as my patience wears dangerously thin. “Yet somehow, you can’t. I’m not asking you to love her back, but stop being so- I bite off the rest before I say something I can’t take back.

““She doesn’t see you as a brother,” Nora adds quietly. There’s no jealousy or possessiveness in her tone–only sadness. “You

must have treated her well enough for her to fall in love with you. And now… she’s hurt enough to leave because of it.”

Fury’s mouth opens, then shuts again. He sits there in silence, the gears in his mind finally beginning to turn. His eyes drop, his jaw tightening as though he’s trying to push the thought away, but it’s already there, worming its way in.

The silence stretches until Fury’s father clears his throat, his voice cutting through the tension. “Let’s eat dinner,” he says warmly, as though nothing just happened. “It’s your mother’s favourite–when she was alive.” His gaze softens as it turns to me. “Princess Kali, I’m sure you’ll love it. Nora cooked it earlier.”

I manage a small nod, the awkwardness heavy on my shoulders. Without another word, we move toward the dining room, unspoken thoughts trailing after us like shadows.

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We take our seats around the dining table, the clink of cutlery and scrape of chairs the only sound. Fury hasn’t said a word since the conversation about Jasmine–his face is unreadable, eyes fixed on his plate as if it holds all the answers.

Nora reaches for the serving spoon, tilting her head toward me. “Princess, let me dish for you-‘

I lift a hand, stopping her mid–motion. “Fury now carries alpha blood, which means you’ll be a future Luna once you mate with him not an omega who serves. Start learning to act like one.” My voice is calm, not unkind, but edged with enough firmness to make her pause. I take the spoon from her and serve myself.

Before I can put any on my plate, Fury’s father nudges his already served dish toward me. “Here. Take mine. No arguing–it’d be rude to refuse an old man.”

I manage a small smile and accept it. “Thank you.”

He beams like I’ve just given him a gift. “Nora cooks exactly like my mate used to. You should try it–you’ll love it.”

I lift the spoon to my mouth, but the moment the food’s scent hits me, my stomach twists violently. Heat rushes to my face, bile rising so fast I barely have time to set the spoon down.

“Princess, do you not like it?” Nora’s voice is soft but laced with worry. “Was the ingredient too much?”

I wave my hand quickly, shaking my head, but can’t speak. I push back my chair and rush down the hall toward the guest bedroom, barely making it before I’m bent over, emptying my stomach into the basin.

By the time I rinse my mouth and return, the room has gone strangely quiet. Everyone’s watching me–except Fury, who’s still

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