Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 27

Kali’s POV 

“What do you say, Luna?” 

The voice snaps me out of my thoughts, yanking me back to the present. I blink, realizing I had been lost–lost in the memory of Jack’s cruel words, lost in the horrifying reality of what returning to him would mean. 

“You either stay out here and risk your life, or you come with me,” the warrior says. 

devil’s den. 

His tone is Oddly gentle for someone suggesting I walk back into the 

I meet his gaze, searching for any hint of deception, but there’s none. His eyes remain warm, kind–too kind for someone from Blood Fang. And yet, here he is again, hovering over me like some unwanted guardian angel. 

A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “I’m sorry,” I say with sarcasm. “But I can’t go back with you to Blood Fang. I’d rather die out here than set foot in that hellhole again and return to your beast of an Alpha.” My throat tightens, but I push through. “Only the Moon Goddess knows what he’d do to me if I went back.” 

The warrior–whatever his name is–shifts uncomfortably. “But-” 

I cut him off with a sharp glare. “You know how vile your pack is. It stands for everything I despise–everything I refuse to be a part of. You even warned me once, told me to keep my head down since Jack hadn’t officially made me Luna yet.” I scoff. “Well, guess what? I will never be Luna to a heartless pack like yours. So why the hell would I go back? Leave me alone and return on your own.” 

His lips press into a thin line, and I can see the conflict in his eyes. He doesn’t agree with Jack–at least, not fully. But loyalty is a chain that binds stronger than logic. 

“No, I can’t,” he finally says. “The Alpha ordered me to be your shadow.” 

I roll my eyes and turn away, walking off without another word. 

“Luna“, his voice calls out again, making me stiffen. “Don’t you want this?” 

I whip around, ready to snap at him, until I see what he’s holding. My bag of gold. 

Another rustle. Closer. 

I break into a jog, assuming it’s him–the warrior. But the moment I hear the unmistakable sound of a blade sliding from its sheath, my blood runs cold 

And then–cold steel presses against my throat. 

“Don’t move,” a voice growls behind me. “Unless you want your pretty little head rolling like a ball.” 

My breath hitches. The blade isn’t pressed hard enough to draw blood, but it’s firm enough to be a threat. 

Fear grips me, but then–something feels off. 

The way he holds the knife…it’s not with the brutal confidence of a killer. It’s almost…reluctant. Like he doesn’t want to hurt me. 

“Better run back to your pack,” he mutters, his voice low and distorted, like he’s trying to disguise it. “The wild isn’t safe for women like you. Or…” He pauses, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “You could be sold off to an Alpha. I’m sure someone would pay a high price for you.”