Submission Is Not My Style - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

We’re barely a few feet from the hospital when a warrior I recognise from the border patrol comes barreling toward me like the whole damn pack is on fire.
“Alpha!” he pants, skidding to a stop. “There was—there was a giant wolf—no, a beast—roaming the pack. It caused a panic. It’s like nothing we’ve ever seen before. Maybe a hybrid? We should hunt it down and kill it, Alpha.”
I squint at him, trying to place his name through the haze of my growing migraine. His breath reeks of something fermented.
Of course.
sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “John,” I say slowly, “you didn’t quit drinking on duty, did you? Even after I warned you that if I caught you again, you were done?”
His eyes drop to the dirt, shoulders folding in like a guilty pup. I don’t need his answer. My nose does the work.
“Out of my fucking way,” I growl, shoving past him. “You’re fired. Demoted to omega. Maybe scrubbing piss off floors will finally sober your ass up.”
I mutter under my breath, more to myself than anyone. “Everyone’s losing their damn minds today…”
And speaking of losing minds—mine is already hanging by a thread with every second Kali isn’t by my side. This entire day feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.
I finally do the one thing I’ve avoided since stepping foot back in this place—I unlock the mindlink.
Big mistake.
The flood hits like a wave.
"Alpha, we saw a beast shift into a woman!"
"She didn’t lose her clothes—it was magical!"
"It went into the Alpha’s house—Is that your Luna?"
I clutch my temples, breathing hard as the voices overlap in a chorus of hysteria. They all say the same thing. Over and over. And that alone tells me – it must be true. They can’t all be lying… right?
But it’s driving me insane.
Kali? A beast? The way they’re describing her—it’s like she’s something extraordinary. Something out of myth. A creature on par with the Alpha King himself in wolf form. Powerful. Untouchable.
Fury, still behind me, says cautiously, “Alpha… I know it sounds insane. But I swear on the Goddess, I saw it with my own two eyes. So did the others....…”
I whirl on him.
“Fine,” I snap. “Let’s say for a damn second all of this is true. Let’s say she’s some kind of beast or legendary wolf or whatever the hell that was. Then where is she now? If Kali came back, why the hell isn’t she waiting for me at our home?”
Because until I see it with my own eyes, I don’t believe it.
Fury shrugs helplessly. “Her scent was in your house… but when I got there, your sister was the only one inside. Maybe she saw Kali.”
I curse under my breath, scrubbing a hand down my face. Guilt knots in my gut as I remember Jasmine’s face—pale, trembling, trying to speak to me. And I—fuck—I brushed her off like she was just background noise.
“Let’s go to Jasmine’s,” I say, already following her scent trail. It leads deeper into the woods than I expect. We pass the tree line, thorns snagging at my pants, until we reach a small, isolated, weathered house that looks like one strong wind could bring down.
“This is where she lives?” I mutter, a sour taste in my mouth. I’ve never been here before. Never thought I had to. She was mated to my Beta—she was supposed to be taken care of.
I knock, but the door creaks open on its own—hanging crookedly from broken hinges.
I exchange a look with Fury, who’s suddenly gone stiff. No words. Just a silent agreement—we go in.
The place is a wreck. Walls cracked, floorboards creaking like they’re whispering secrets. My nose twitches at the heavy mix of jasmine’s scent and—
Khaos....
But what catches me off guard is the faint trace of Kali. She’d been here—hours ago, maybe. Why? What was she doing here?
A small whimper pulls me from my thoughts. Soft. Fragile. Jasmine.
I take a step forward—then freeze when a cold voice slices through the silence, coming from one of the back rooms.
“You think you can run forever?” Khaos. Low, venomous. “You bear my mark now. There’s no fucking place in this world you can hide from me again.”
My blood chills.
What the hell is he saying to my sister? Like she’s some animal?
I know I should turn away. I made that law myself—never interfere in mated bonds. But his next words claw straight into my spine, lighting up every protective instinct I’ve buried deep.
“I own you,” he says darkly. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. That mark means you’re mine. Forever. And no one can save you—not that beast of a Luna, not your Alpha brother. Just like he never has.”
My vision goes red.
Every breath tastes like blood and rage. And then, in that moment, Kali’s voice echoes in my head—low, broken, full of hurt:
“And all I can say is that you’ve not only failed as a mate… but also as a brother.”
I stumble back, like her words physically struck me.
She was right.
She was fucking right.
Kali had seen something I didn’t… something I refused to see. Despite knowing Jasmine for a shorter time, she looked—she cared. She felt what I didn’t bother to notice.
“Check on your sister,” she had said.
And what did I do?
I dismissed her. Shut her down with that same cold excuse I’ve used for years: I don’t get between mates.
I’m such a goddamn fool.
And now... now I see it.
I remember warning Khaos long ago—take care of my sister. I remember the way he stiffened, like I’d caught him doing something. And still—I ignored it.
A sick, cold fear twists in my chest.
No more.
I storm down the hallway, following the stench of rage, sweat, and Jasmine’s fear like a bloodhound. The door is cracked open.
I push it wide—and freeze.
Jasmine’s back is against the wall, her arms pinned, her bare body exposed, bruised, trembling—vulnerable in the worst way. Her whimpers slice through me like razors.
And Khaos?
That piece of shit is looming over her, tearing what’s left of her clothes, about to—
My body moves before my mind can catch up. I forget every law I ever wrote.
I snarl—so deep and raw it tears at my throat—and launch forward, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him clean off the ground like he weighs nothing—nothing, despite being built like a boulder.
“JACK—!”
He barely gets my name out before I throw him across the room. He crashes into the wall with a sickening thud, dust falling from the ceiling as the plaster cracks behind him.
I don’t stop.
I charge him.
My fists connect with his face—again. Again. Again.
Crunch. Crack. Splatter.
His blood sprays with every punch, coating my knuckles, the walls, and the floor. I don’t stop. I won’t stop. Not after what he’s done. Not after what I saw.
“You. Fucking. Monster!” I roar with each blow. “You hurt her? You hurt my sister!”
He grunts beneath me, laughing even through the broken teeth and blood.
“Jack—stop—please!” Jasmine’s voice.
I don’t listen.
Why the hell is she begging for him?
“Alpha!” Fury’s voice now, hard and panicked. “She’s passed out!”
My head snaps up.
Fury is cradling Jasmine in his arms, her body now wrapped in his jacket. She’s limp. Pale. Bloodless.
She fainted.
My heart seizes.
I stumble back from Khaos, panting hard. My fists are shaking, stained with his blood. I glance at her again, her head lolling against Fury’s chest like a broken doll.
And then I remember—the mate bond. She can feel his pain.
I look down at Khaos.
That bastard is still smiling through the blood, one eye already swollen shut. His grin stretches, teeth stained red.
“Go on,” he rasps. “Keep hitting me, Alpha… If you want your sister to die too.”
Everything stops, and for the first time in my life, I feel helpless. Truly, sickeningly helpless.
I finally understand. Those weren’t tears of joy Jasmine shed when she got that mark on her neck.
No.
They were tears of pain. Pure, soul-crushing pain.
Because she hadn’t been claimed by her mate… She’d been enslaved by a monster.
And the bitter truth?
I was the worst monster—for never seeing it.