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Submission is Not My Style

Alpha K 114

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updatedAt: 2025-09-22

Fury’s body jolts.

    His fingers twitch. His back arches slightly off the bed as though sine unseen force is dragging him upward, fighting for dominance inside him. His wolf is reacting to mine. It’s instinctive–an age–old response etched deep into our kind’s DNA. Alpha blood demands submission, but Fury’s no ordinary wolf. He’s always been different. He’s strong. Relentless.

    Now, he’s caught in the middle of a transformation he never asked for.

    Sweat beads on his brow, his breathing ragged and shallow. His muscles flex beneath his skin bas /bif straining against invisible chains, and a low growl escapes from his throat–raw and guttural. The sound sends a chill down my spine.

    The doctor, wide–eyed, stares at the monitors. “He’s… already reacting? That fast? That’s not supposed to happen.”

    “It’s my blood,” I say quietly, my eyes never leaving Fury. “It doesn’t ask for permission.”

    For a moment, I think he’s going to open his eyes. His lids flutter like he’s trapped in an internal war, his wolf fighting to rise while his body clings to the edge.

    “Easy,” Kali whispers, clutching his hand tightly. “You don’t have bto /bfight it. Just….e back to us.”

    Her voice is softer now, like a balm soothing the storm raging inside him. And just like that, Fury exhales sharply. bHis /bbody ckens, the tension melting from his limbs. The doctor checks his pulse and exhales slowly.

    “His vitals are stabilizing. It’s working.”

    I see it in Kali’s eyes–the flicker of hope but deep downb, /bI know this is only the beginning. He might wake up stronger, but he won’t be the same. He won’t act the same.

    Once the transfer isplete, the doctor removes the tubes with expert care, disposing of the enchanted lines and sealing the insertion points with a healing salve. He checks Fury’s pulse one more time and nods to himself.

    “Now we wait,” he says. b“/bUntil he wakes.”

    “I’ll stay,” Kali murmurs. “You go. Find your bastard uncle, Jack–before he gets another chance to hurt someone we love.”

    She’s right. Time is running out. I press a firm kiss to her lips, my fingers brushing her cheek.

    “Call me if anything changes.”

    b“/bI will,b” /bshe whispers.

    I take onest look at Fury’s motionless body, the sight burning itself into my memory. Then I turn and walk out, already nning how many times I’ll tear my uncle apart–piece by piece.

    I storm through the pce hallway, my chest tight, jaw clenched, and mind spinning with rage. That’s when I bsee /bhim–the Alpha King–striding down the corridor with heavy steps and furrowed brows. His presencemands the space. Normally, I’d bow–show some damn respect. But not when everything feels like it’s hanging by ba /bthread.

    He stops a few feet in front of me. “I was justing to find you,” he says before bI /bcan speak. “The Queen ended the celebration bthe /bmoment Kali ran off in a panic. She said there’s no point in celebrating when her daughter–or someone her daughter cares about—is in danger.”

    I nod. “Fury is more than just someone we care about. He’s family. He’s protected Kali and now, he’s barely clinging to it.”

    “What happened?” the King asks.

    bI /bexhale sharply. “Your royal messenger–that bastard–is what happened. He’s the one behind all of this. He was Celestia’s masterb, /bmanipting her like a puppet, driving her to madnessb. /bHe kidnapped Kali. Tried everything to kill her. But he failed.”

    Something flickers in the Alpha King’s eyes–a sh of understanding mixed with fury–but he remains silent, letting me go on.

    “Celestia was only his n A,” I say, my voice low and edged with bitterness. “Now that she’s gone, you can be sure he has a n B.”

    “I’ll dispatch my best warriors–every tracker and elite hunter in the kingdom. They’ll sweep the borders. He won’t escape this time. And he’ll never get close to my daughter again. That’s a promise.”

    I meet his gaze unflinchingly. “Good. But when you find him…” bI /bpause, my tone dropping into a deadly growl. “Leave him to me. I need to be the one to end this.”

    He studies me for a long moment, then gives a firm nod. “So be it. You are the future Alpha King. Your decision is as good as mine.”

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