Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 29

“I don’t know,” I say, grimacing like I’m struggling to keep moving. “Maybe exhaustion. Maybe something I ate. But I can’t shift.” I swallow hard, looking at him desperately. “Can you… change into your wolf and carry me instead?” 

He doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.” 

He shifts in seconds, his large, dark gray wolf standing tall before me. His fur is thick, almost midnight black under the moonlight, and his piercing eyes remain just as kind, just as gentle–even in wolf form. 

He lowers himself so I can climb onto his back, and I do, gripping onto his fur as he takes off into a full sprint. 

The wind whips against my face, and my body relaxes despite myself. The rhythmic sound of his paws pounding against the earth is almost soothing. My eyelids grow heavy, and before I know it, sleep takes me. 

A jolt wakes me. 

My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the trees. My body is still pressed against Fury’s wolf form, his warmth grounding me. But something feels…different. 

Then I see it. 

Blood Fang territory. 

And standing at the border, waiting for me- 

Jack. 

A chill races down my spine. 

I had not wanted to see him yet. Not so soon. Not before I could gather my thoughts, prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation. But here he is- standing at the border, his silver eyes locked onto me like a predator stalking prey. 

And something is very, very wrong. 

Shouldn’t he be happy that I’m back? That his little runaway has finally returned? 

Then why does he look like he’s about to explode? 

His face is so red, I swear steam could be coming out of his ears. His jaw is clenched so tight, it looks like it might snap. And those silver eyes–those raging silver eyes–are practically glowing with fury. His body is stiff, his hands curled into fists at his sides, and I don’t even need to hear him growl to feel the storm brewing inside him. 

I gasp, my hands instinctively pushing against him, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, his nose presses into the crook of my a violent shiver down my spine. 

My breath catches in my throat. 

Jack’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into my waist like he wants to mold me into him, erase whatever traces of Fury still linger on my skin. His entire body is tense, his wolf lurking just beneath the surface. 

And then, his silver eyes flicker up, locking onto Fury. 

“Even though he’s my best warrior,” Jack says, his voice deceptively calm, “I still want to snap his neck.” 

My stomach twists. 

Fury lowers his head submissively but doesn’t say a word. 

Jack’s hand moves to my jaw, tilting it up so I have no choice but to meet the burning fire in his eyes. 

“You belong to me,” he murmurs, his hot breath brushing against my lips. “And I’ll make damn sure you never forget that again–or regret not running when you had the chance.”