Alpha Says Submit, I Say No

“Richard, if Lynn and I were hit by a car at the same time, who would you save first?” I once asked, curled up in his arms, teasing like a spoiled pup.

He just scoffed, ruffling my hair. “That kind of situation doesn’t exist.”

But when blinding headlights tore through the rain—

He didn’t hesitate. He shielded Lynn in his embrace, and I was thrown into the blood-soaked street.

Through the agony, I heard my phone buzz. A message from him:

[What tantrum are you throwing now? Why didn’t you come to Moonstone today?]

While the machines beeped beside me, I caught the sound of his gentle voice drifting from the next room—comforting her.

“Don’t be afraid. I just reacted to the person closest to me.”

That was the moment I wiped away bloody tears with a smile.

Fine, Richard.

Then you’ll watch with your own eyes—ten days from now, when I put on a wedding dress, it won’t be for you. It’ll be for your sworn enemy, the Alpha of Bloodmoon.

On the eve of the ceremony, a helicopter thundered down onto the estate balcony.

He kicked open my door, yanked my wrist with his tie.

“Come with me.”

I was still gasping for breath when I heard the shower running in the bathroom. My hand shook as I unlocked my phone and dialed my father’s number.

“I’ll marry William,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “The dying Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. But I have one condition.”

On the other end, my father’s voice shot up in excitement. “Name it! Anything, Ann. As long as you agree, I’ll promise you anything.”

The Bloodmoon Curse had doomed William—without completing his destined Bonding before the next blood moon, he wouldn’t just die, his entire pack’s bloodline would weaken. The catch? The Bonding had to be with an Alpha’s daughter. And if she wasn’t strong enough… the female could die instead.

“I’ll tell you when I get back,” I said quietly, my chest tight and cold.

As I hung up, my gaze flicked to Richard’s laptop on the desk. The screen glowed, a notification flashing across it.

[Richard, I hear thunder. I’m scared…] —Lynn

My heart was clenched.

Inside me, Lily, my wolf, growled low. “Fake. It reeks of pretense.”

I forced her anger down, swallowing my own.

The bathroom door opened. Richard stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips. His Alpha aura pressed into the room, heavy and suffocating.

“Something came up with the pack. I need to leave.” His voice was flat, indifferent.

I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes lingered on the rain-streaked window, the trees outside bending in the storm. “Is it a pack matter… or the one you really love?”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“Nothing,” I murmured, rubbing my temple.

He walked closer, fingers brushing over my swollen lips as if nothing between us was broken. “Be good, Ann. Be submissive. Don’t cause trouble.”

Then he left.

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