Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 59

I flash back to Fury earlier – how naturally the word had rolled off his tongue when he called me “Luna.” And how it had sent a stupid, secret thrill through me that I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried… It had felt good. 

Too good. 

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn away from the crowd, pressing my back against the rough bark of the tree. 

“I don’t care,” I whisper to myself. 

But the ache inside says otherwise. Still, I refuse to stand here like some pathetic girl crying over something that was never mine. 

Yet. 

I just needed to figure out how to send that bitch packing without starting a war–and then… 

Maybe, just maybe, the chants would be for me. 

I’m still trying to breathe through the ache in my chest when the voice I hate most shatters my thoughts. 

“Why are you hiding behind the tree like some thief?” 

tet, spoing round start my heart nearly to be out of my chest 

As there to elestia, smeking lãe the devil herself in a flowing white dress. 

3 grit my teeth so hard fry jaw aches. 

right,” she says, voice dripping fake tweetness. “You don’t belong here?” 

1 don’t even think before I snap back, “Better to hide than to parade myself around like a desperate, attention–starved hag” 

Celestia’s eyes flash with anger, but she covers it quickly with a snide little laugh. She lifts her hand, scratching her nose dramatically, like she smells something retten. 

“You smell weird,” she says, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust as she sniffs the air around me. “Like you were with another man. It’s definitely not 

Jack 

Her smile turns sly. “Are you cheating on him already?” 

I stare at her like she’s grown two heads. What the hell is she even talking about? 

Just like Fury earlier, she keeps scratching her nose like something’s driving her mad. 

“You know,” Celestia hums, stepping closer until the sickeningly sweet scent of hers invades my senses, “you could just hand him over to me. Save yourself the heartbreak.” 

I clench my fists, feeling my nails dig crescent moons into my palms. But I force a smile- the kind that feels more like baring my teeth. 

“You see, Lady Celestia,” I say sweetly, “I’ve dealt with bitches like you before. Bitches obsessed with owning what the Moon Goddess gave me. But you?” 

I step closer, close enough to see her pupils sharpen dangerously. “You’re one unlucky bitch….because I actually want to keep this one.” 

Her eyes flicker dangerously, but before I can walk away with whatever dignity I have left- 

A brutal shove slams into my back. 

1 gasp, my body pitching forward. I hit the ground, face–first, hard enough to taste blood. 

Pain explodes through my palms and knees. The world spins for a second. 

And then- 

The crowd quiets, I can feel their eyes crawling over e–judging, whispering 

I want the ground to open up and suxations mive watche 

force myself to move, to stand but may body hests let’s turned to stone 

Frozen there, helpless 

Celestia saunters back over to me, all grance and malice. She bends down, offering me her hand like she’s being merciful, 

Her nails, sharp and manucurent, get my simman she leans in stone, her breath hot against my wat 

“You said you’ve dealt with diets like me? site whispers, just for me. “That’s impossible, Kal. I’m the Alpha King’s daughter which makes me so different” 

I suck a breath, my heart hammaning faster at that word. 

“You stand no chance seanut me,” she continues, her unce almost priying, “Unless, of course, you die and are reborn into my bloodline.” 

She chuckles darkly 

“But we both know that’s impossible to be a good inte gut gue up lack and walk away while I’m still feeling generous.” 

She pulls back, stranghoosing up, smiling sweety for the crowed as if she’s just helped a wounded puppy. 

My hands cut into the dirt, rage and humiliation bubbling so high almost choke on it but then… a dangerous smile curls across my lips. 

Because an idea–dark, during, and deliciously reckless–forms we may feed, 

Andready know exactly who need to make it happen.