Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 36

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she dragged me a cowart Alphs through my own territory like tæret some hapless pop, de grey to parade at front of my waters and pack thebes Me The very act had been unheard of, had sent whispers through the pack, had forced my high–ranking officials is demand a mating where the weathed me, waiting for me to prove myself 

reaptain (m the Alpha, so I made them bow before me and warned them never to question me again. I didn’t tell them Kali is my mate execially at when he hasn’t accepted the band. 

rahuld’ve punished her, I did punish her. 

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flocked her away, let the rumors spread that I had dealt with her, but when i returned to my cage–she was gone 

Vanished. 

And the scent of my twin sister was all over that place. 

Jasmine 

She was the only one who could defy me this way, knowing I would never harm her. We shared a bond deeper than blood, a connection forged in the womb. But why would she–who trusts no one–hide Kali in the one place only we know exists? 

My secret magical treehouse. 

Aplace I hadn’t stepped into for years. 

grow! lowly, my gaze locked onto Kali and those tempting, parted lips. I swallow, forcing my eyes not to stray down her slick, bare body beneath the foamy bathwater 

Usually, I don’t let her words get to me. I dismiss them as taunts, aimed at pushing my buttons because even though I hate the thought of it, this is what our relationship has become. But the mention of Jasmine’s name strikes a nerve I didn’t know existed. She is my family, my responsibility. And Kali–she dares to use that against me. 

“Not only are you humiliating me, mate,” I say in a husky tone, watching as the corners of her lips twitch into a smug smile, “but now you have no problem insulting me to my face.” 

“I’m only pointing out the truth, Alpha,” she spits, making sure to drag out my title mockingly. 

“Don’t,” I warn, my scowl deepening, but her sultry eyes gleamed almost challengingly, the fire I so intended to extinguish in her burning ever brightly as she glares back 

“Or what?” She seethes. 

A low growl rumbles from my chest. My lips barely graze her skin as I whisper, “Careful, mate. You might just enjoy what happens when I do decide to punish you.” 

Her scent floods my senses–arousal mixed with stubborn pride, a heady combination that sends my anger slipping away, replaced with something darker, something deeper. 

Kali’s fingers skim up my forearm, her touch featherlight, teasing. “Then stop talking,” she murmurs, voice laced with challenge. “Show me.” 

And gods help me—I do. 

My movements slowed as I massaged her soft mound, skimming my thumb over her taut nipple that had hardened into peaks. 

She sighed deeply, throwing her head back when my fingers slid to the other mound, teasing it as I did the other. 

My eyes are transfixed on her. I’m afraid that if I look away even for a second, I’d miss the sharp intake of her breath or how her luscious pink lips part with every swipe of my finger against her sensitive skin. 

I trail my finger down to the base of her tummy, locking eyes with her, but she gives no indication of her hesitation; instead, she raises her body to press against the heat of my fingers, surprising me.