Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 32

Kali 

“Never mind,” I mutter, waving Fury off. 

He dips his head in a short bow before turning away, his footsteps fading into the dark hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I exhale sharply and open the book he brought, forcing myself to focus on the words, but the letters blur together. 

Frustrated, I sink onto the cold floor, flipping through the pages and trying again. But no matter how hard I try, my mind stubbornly refuses to cooperate. 

Instead, it spins with questions. 

Who was Jack’s first mate? 

What did she look like? Did she reject him? Or did he reject her? 

And more importantly… where is she now? 

Is she still alive… Or dead? 

But most of all–why did he accept her rejection when he refuses to accept mine? Did he love her? 

A sharp pang tightens in my chest, something bitter, ugly, and unwanted churning in my stomach. 

Jealousy. 

I scowl at the very thought, gripping the book so tightly my knuckles turn white before I hurl it across the cage with a frustrated growl. The hardcover slams against the metal bars with a sharp thud before falling to the floor. 

Dragging a hand through my hair, I curse myself for wasting time thinking about Jack or his first mate. It’s none of my damn business. 

“Now isn’t the time to be jealous,” my wolf murmurs in my head, her voice calm yet firm. “It doesn’t matter who she was. He’s ours forever. We just have to accept him.” 

I huff in annoyance. “Nothing-” I stand and begin pacing the small space, my nails digging into my palms. “Nothing will ever make me accept an asshole who locked us in here like a fucking rat.” 

My wolf sighs, as if I’m the one being difficult. “I think Fury is right. Mate doesn’t want to hurt us. If he did, he wouldn’t have let us leave before,” she 

presses. 

I roll my eyes. “Are you forgetting he sent Fury after us?” 

“And he knows we wouldn’t have given a damn if he had killed Fury because of us and moved on with our lives,” she retorts. 

I pause, narrowing my eyes. “Swear to me you don’t feel anything at the thought of Fury dying.” 

Silence stretches between us before my wolf exhales. 

“There’s something about him I can’t explain,” she admits. “It’s like… he was meant to be by our side.” 

I inhale sharply because–fuck. I feel it too. 

I tense, expecting Fury. “Stop coming here before Jack sniffs out your scent and rips your head off,” I warn. 

No response. 

My brows furrow. 

Something feels… off. 

A cold prickle crawls down my spine, and I slowly turn toward the bars- 

Only to go completely still. 

A woman stands before the cage, but she’s not just any woman. 

She has Jack’s silver eyes. The resemblance is uncanny. She’s like a female version of him–same piercing gaze, same sharp, powerful features. Even the way she holds herself, with quiet, lethal confidence, reminds me of him. 

If Jack were a woman, this is exactly what he would look like. 

don’t realise I’m staring until she tilts her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. 

“So, Fury dares to visit his Alpha’s mate without permission?” She muses, tapping a finger against her chin. “That’s suspicious… and very unlike him.”