Submission Is Not My Style - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Alpha Jack
I don’t see red.
I am red.
My grip tightens, fingers digging into his skin until I hear the sickening, satisfying pop-crack of bone shifting. He bares his neck in submission, choking—but it does nothing to calm the wildfire raging inside my chest.
He touched her.
He held her.
She was in his arms.
“Jack, let him go! Please!” Kali’s voice breaks through the storm in my head—high-pitched, terrified. I feel her hands pushing against my chest and when I look down, I see her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Shining. Red-rimmed. Brimming with tears.
Tears.
For him.
A bitter taste rises in my throat. Jealousy—raw, ugly—chokes me.
I was looking for her. I’d gone to my private library to surprise her. Thought maybe we could sit together and read. Maybe, in that quiet, romantic atmosphere, she’d finally let her guard down and accept me. Open up to me.
I hate reading—but for her? I was willing to turn pages until sunrise if it meant seeing her smile.
But she wasn’t there.
I waited.
Ten minutes turned into thirty. Then an hour. Every second felt like a noose tightening around my chest.
Where the hell was she? I even mindlinked my sister out of desperation. She told me Kali was home.
And I came racing back like a fucking lunatic—like a man in love. Only to walk in and find her in his arms. Her face buried in his chest.
No male should ever have to see that. No Alpha. No mate.
I finally blink. My jaw clenches as I force myself—physically force myself—to let him go. Fury collapses to the floor with a violent cough, clutching his neck and gasping for breath like a wounded mutt.
Kali drops to her knees beside him, hands trembling as she checks him over.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, full of concern.
My stomach knots.
“I’ve had worse,” Fury rasps, managing a weak smile like a damn hero in a bad play.
I see red all over again.
“You’re in love with my mate, aren’t you,” I growl darkly.
Fury looks up at me, eyes wide despite the bruises on his throat. But before he can speak, Kali is already on her feet, fury blazing in her eyes—how ironic.
“Now you’re just being delusional, Jack. You’re talking nonsense,” she snaps, stepping between us like a shield.
“Nonsense?” I laugh coldly. “It’s obvious he’s madly in love with you! Tell me—what kind of man accepts a rejection from his mate without a fight? You think that’s normal? You think he just woke up one day and said, ‘Sure, I’ll throw away destiny’? He did it because he fucking got his fucking eyes on you! That’s why!
“We both know Lady Celestia is a bitch,” Kali fires back. “No one in their right mind would want to be mated to her. The only reason he accepted that rejection so quickly was to protect me from being arrested.”
“Exactly,” I roar, eyes locked on Fury. “He did it for you. You don’t think that’s suspicious? I would’ve protected you myself!”
“But you didn’t! You weren’t there when it mattered!” Kali shouts in my face.
She turns her head slightly.
“Fury, leave,” she commands.
Fury hesitates, glancing between us as if he wants to speak. I growl—louder this time—daring him to stay and confess. I want him to. But he lowers his head, turns, and walks out like he’s under a spell.
Not mine.
Hers.
“FURY!” I roar, my voice echoing through the room.
He doesn’t stop and keep walking like I don’t exist.
“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch,” I mutter, voice low, murderous. “I’ll tear out his eyes if he even dares look at you again.”
The front door clicks shut behind him, but the silence it leaves behind is deafening.
I turn—and I meet her glare.
“What the fuck was that, Jack?” Her voice shakes.
“I was staking my claim,” I bite out.
“Your claim?” She lets out a bitter laugh and steps closer until her face is inches from mine. “Let me hold your hand and say this to you clearly, Jack—and I’m only going to say it once, so listen carefully, Alpha.” Her voice drops, calm and sharp as a blade. “I don’t belong to you.”
That hits harder than a punch to the ribs.
My voice is cold. “If you don’t belong to me… then who? Fury?”
“I belong to no one,” she fires back, fire flashing in her eyes. “And if you can’t trust me enough to know that, then maybe—just maybe—you should accept my rejection. Then I’ll be free to run straight into Fury’s arms.”
My fists clench so tightly my nails dig into my palms. “You were in his arms, Kali. I saw the way he looked at you. That bastard is in love with you.”
“I was crying!” she yells, her voice cracking. “He was holding me so I wouldn’t fall apart. Because he told me my mother is being tortured, Jack!”
The rage evaporates instantly, replaced by confusion—and guilt.
“What?”
She nods, her voice fragile now. “She’s being held in the Red Night Pack. And it’s because of me.” Her voice breaks. “I asked Fury to help me send a message to her, and that’s how he found out what happened—how she’s being tortured. He only came here to break the news. That’s why I ended up crying in his arms.”
My knees threaten to give out. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice rough and strained. “For Moon’s sake, Kali—I’m your mate. I would’ve helped you. I should’ve been the one to carry that burden… not him.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to claim me like I’m some kind of possession, I would have,” she snaps.
“I’m still your mate—”
She cuts me off.
“You might be my mate but I never accepted you.” She shakes her head, tears brimming in her eyes again. “And after seeing your animalistic behavior just now?” She pauses. “I don’t regret it.”
I stagger back, breathless.
“Kali…” I whisper.
But she doesn’t hear me. Or maybe she does—and just doesn’t care. She turns away, walks to the door.
And slams it behind her like she’s never coming back.
I fall to my knees.
The hardwood floor bites into me, but I don’t feel it—not really. My chest heaves like there’s a goddamn boulder sitting on top of it. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the scream clawing its way up my throat.
The pain… fuck, it’s not numb like before. It’s not distant or dull. It’s alive. Burning. Gnawing. Bleeding.
My soul feels like it’s being torn to shreds from the inside, and my wolf—my damn wolf—is whimpering like a dying animal, curled up somewhere deep within me, too broken to rise.
She said she doesn’t regret rejecting me. She slammed the door like she’d never come back.
And I believe her.
The silence in the room is deafening, wrapping around me like a shroud. My fingers claw at the floor, my jaw clenched so tight I’m sure I’ll crack a tooth. Every breath feels like inhaling shards of glass.
Then—
The door creaks open.
My heart stutters. Kali?
My head snaps up, eyes wide, hope splintering through the haze of agony—
But it’s not her.
It’s him. Again.
Fury rushes in, eyes darting around the room before landing on me. “Alpha—shit—are you alright?”
The whimper in my throat warps into a guttural growl. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snarl. “Or be ready to take your last breath.”
Fury freezes mid-step, hands raised slightly in surrender, but he doesn’t back away. “Alpha… I didn’t mean to disobey you. I swear it. But I couldn’t explain it. When she said the words, I had to listen. Her voice—fuck—it was like it wasn’t even her. It was... something more. Commanding. Powerful. I didn’t stand a chance.”
I sneer through the pain. “Stop spitting bullshit.” I drag myself up a little, breathing heavily. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
Fury’s expression twists with something like guilt—but not the kind I expected. He drops to his knees beside me, shaking his head. “Alpha, I swear on my life—I’ve never once thought of her that way. Not as a lover. Never.”
He pauses, gaze distant for a second, like he’s remembering something that hurts.
“When I first saw her… it wasn’t desire I felt. It was… familiarity. Like I knew her. Like—like I’d found someone from a life I don’t even remember. I’ve had dreams, Alpha. Flashes. Bits and pieces of a childhood I can’t explain. They all started when I met her.”
I stare at him, panting. His words rattle around in my brain, not quite settling, but not quite lies either. My wolf isn’t snarling anymore—just listening.
I finally let out a harsh, shaky sigh. Fury reaches to help me to my feet, and this time—I don’t push him away.
Because for some stupid, fucking reason… I believe him.
Fury steadies me, eyes urgent. “Alpha, if I’ve done anything to offend you or disrespected your claim, punish me. I’ll accept it. But please—please—help the Luna.”
My blood runs cold.
“What?”
“She’s gone,” he says, voice tightening. “She’s marching straight into the Red Night Pack on her own. No backup. No strategy. Just raw anger. She’s determined to get her mother out, and she won’t listen to anyone. Alpha, it’s a suicide mission. And you’re the only one who can stop her.”
For a second, my heart stops beating altogether.
Kali.
“She’s walking into hell…”
Fury nods grimly.
And that’s all it takes.
The weakness evaporates, burned up by the fire that flares to life in my chest. My fists clench, and I feel my strength return, even through the ache, even through the rejection still clawing at my insides.
She might hate me right now.
But I’ll be damned if I let her walk to her death.
“Get the warriors,” I rasp, fire in my eyes. “It’s time the Red Night Pack remembers why they fear my name.”