Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 41

No. No, wait- 

I sit up on the bed, the sheets wrinkled beneath me, heart pounding in my chest like a warning drum. I should let him go. I should. 

“That’s it?” The words fall from my lips before I can stop them. 

He pauses. His hand rests on the doorknob, unmoving. For a second, I think he won’t answer. But then he exhales, slow and shaky, before turning just enough to glance back at me. 

“What do you want me to say or do, Kali?” His voice is quiet–strained. “Were you expecting me to tie you down and forcefully mark you? You think I don’t want to? You think I don’t hear my wolf screaming at me to take what’s mine?” 

His eyes meet mine, raw and unfiltered. 

“I’m not going to be that man,” he says, quieter now, like the weight of his own restraint is crushing him. “I’ve already done something I regret. I won’t do it again.” 

His voice cracks slightly on the last word. 

Again. 

That single word lodges in my chest like a blade. There’s a flicker in his eyes–guilt, pain, regret. 

And even though I try to stay cold, to keep the wall up, I feel the sting behind my eyes and the lump rising in my throat. 

He’s talking about her. His first mate. 

I want to ask. I want to know. But I bite my tongue. I won’t let him see the jealousy crawling under my skin like fire ants. 

Still, the bitterness slips into my voice. “So… I just confessed I’m attracted to you,” I say, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “Aren’t you going to use that to your advantage? Pin me down and fuck me or something? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” 

Jack actually laughs–but there’s no humor in it. It’s dry. Hollow. 

He turns fully, stalling a few step back toward me again–net class enough to touch, that enough to eat his presence pressing down on me 

“You think i see you se same ass fuck he crops. You’re my math, Kali Men & damn white 

inch at the bluntness 

“The next time we see each other…” He swallows hard. “If nothing’s changed… if you still don’t want me…” 

His hand clenches at his side. “Then I’ll accept your rejection.” 

And with that he walks out. 

The door shuts softly behind him. 

I sit there on the bed, staring at the empty space he left behind, heart thundering in my chest, lips parted in disbelief. 

I don’t know if I want to scream, cry, or run after him. 

don’t know what hurts more–his absence or the crushing realisation that I might’ve just lost something I didn’t even know I needed. 

All I know is…