Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 60

Jack 

My smirk doesn’t budge, not even as the sting of dirt clings to my skin and humillation pulses beneath it like a fresh burn. 

Celestia turns back to the crowd, chin held high, basking in their attention like it’s sunlight. She looks utterly pleased with herself, but that’s where she 

messed up. 

Because she gave me the spotlight. 

And now… I’m taking it. 

Slowly, deliberately, I rise from the ground. Graceful. Poised. 

1 act as though I don’t care that every eye is on me. My heart pounds like a war drum, but I force my spine to stay straight. 

This isn’t how I imagined being introduced to the pack… but fine. 

If they want a show–I’ll give them one. 

Confidence. Control. No fear. 

What a Luna should have. 

And I will be Luna, for now. 

Without giving myself time to second–guess it, I stride straight toward the crowd – toward her. 

Celestia’s smirk falters for the briefest second as I approach, but she schools her face quickly, pretending not to flinch. 

I stop in front of her close enough to catch her sickly sweet scent again. It’s cloying. Overbearing. Then I lift my foot and slam it down–right on hers. 

Her smile freezes. 

Her pupils dilate. 

But she neither screams nor jerks away. 

She endures. 

Good. 

1 lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper–just loud enough for a few nearby to catch it. 

“Game on.” 

Then I flash her the sweetest smile I can muster as I lift my foot off hers. 

She doesn’t move. But her eyes? 

Oh, they scream. 

The crowd parts for me like water as I walk through them, even though I can feel their stares sticking to my skin. 

I keep my face blank–calm, composed – but inside I’m still burning. 

Then come the whispers. 

“She’s really Alpha Jack’s mate?” 

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Chapter 20 

As I near the pack building, I pause. It’s heavily guarded. 

70% 

That’s new. 

Four warriors stand like statues, and two of them wear royal uniforms–black coats embroidered with gold thread, swords strapped to their sides like they actually know how to use them. 

Royal guards. Celestia’s loyal little watchdogs. 

As I get closer, the two royal guards step into my path like I’m some uninvited pest. 

One holds out a hand. “This area is restricted. You may not ” 

I arch a brow and turn to the third warrior – not a royal dog, but one of jack’s. He wears Jack’s colors. I recognize him. 

I meet his eyes and say, calmly but with enough steel in my voice to make him blink, “Are you seriously going to let them block my path? I’m your Alpha’s mate. You know that already.” 

His jaw tenses for a moment – but then, like a switch flipping, he shoves the royal guard aside with one firm hand. “She’s allowed in.” 

I flash him a small, knowing smile. 

“Good choice.” 

Inside, the scent hits me immediately. 

Jack. That woodsy, dark mix of spice and wild that makes my knees wobble like a damn amateur. 

I follow his trail, every step calculated, heart pounding louder the closer I get to the large double doors at the end of the hall. My hand wraps around the knob, ready to twist-