Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 66

“I wish I could keep watching you sleep, beautiful, but unfortunately t have pack business to deal with. Jasmine will be there soon to help you prepare for tonight’s celebration.” 

My lips twitch. 

“Aww, he called us beautiful,” my wolf coos dreamily. 

“Calm down,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “That’s the bare minimum. Have some dignity.” 

My wolf snarls in protest. “Speaking of dignity–guess who walked in on us with jack? Lady Celestia. She saw us.” 

That gives me pause. I don’t remember anything after losing consciousness in Jack’s arms. I must’ve blacked out from the pleasure. 

“Good,” I say aloud. “Maybe now she’ll finally give up and return to whatever gold–plated rock she crawled out from.” 

But my wolf’s tone turns wary. “Kali… the look in her eyes before she walked out. I don’t think she’s done. I’ve got a bad feeling.” 

I open my mouth to respond, but a knock on the door makes me jump, heart leaping into my throat. I whirl around, startled. 

“Coming!” I call out, already hurrying to the front door. 

The second I pull it open, I’m greeted by the sight of Jasmine nearly toppling over under a ridiculous number of bags–over her shoulders, arms, and even clutched between her teeth. 

“Oh my goddess–Jas!” I exclaim, grabbing some of the bags from her arms before she faceplants. 

She lets out a dramatic huff, spitting out the handle she’d held with her teeth. “Finally! I thought I’d die right here on your doorstep and you’d just step over my corpse.” 

I laugh, taking more of the bags and leading her inside. “What the hell is all this? You moving in?” 

“They’re your clothes, dummy,” Jasmine grunts, tossing a bag onto the bed. “Jack asked me to get you a whole new wardrobe–and a killer dress for tonight’s introduction ceremony. Apparently, your current wardrobe consists of one shirt and a pair of attitude.” 

She smirks and pulls out a dress from one of the bags. I pause, fingers brushing the soft fabric of a deep sapphire–blue gown–elegant and flowing. 

“The whole pack is going nuts,” Jasmine says after a beat, glancing at me with a mischievous grin. “Apparently, the Alpha King’s daughter stormed out of the territory with all her guards. Everyone’s whispering that it’s your fault. What the hell did you do to make her run before a formal introduction?” 

1 blink, surprised. “How the hell did you know I rejected him in the first place?” 

Jasmine smirks and points to my neck. “Uh, no mark?” 

I open my mouth to argue–then freeze. “But… you don’t have a mark either.” I fire back. 

Jasmine’s smile falters. Her cheeks flush a deep red, and she quickly looks away. I curse under my breath, mediately wishing I hadn’t said anything. 

I didn’t mean- 

“It’s fine,” she cuts in, forcing a small smile. “Mine’s… complicated.” 

I bite my lip, holding back the words I want to say. I saw him–the arsehole beta who thought hitting a woman was strength. She doesn’t deserve that. No one does. Her pain is still raw, and I can see it in her eyes. I look away, giving her the dignity of not dragging it out.