Submission is Not My Style Novel – Kali “Don’t look the Alpha in the eyes.” “Don’t talk back to your mate.” “A woman’s duty is to serve her mate and Alpha with unwavering obedience.” Luna Diana’s voice echoes through the grand hall, each word a whip against my patience.
She stands at the front, regal as ever, with her silver-blonde hair perfectly styled into a thick braid that cascades over her shoulder. Her sharp blue eyes scan the room with practiced authority, and her flawless red gown clings to her figure, a stark contrast to the suffocating rules she preaches.
My jaw tightens, but I keep my expression neutral, standing stiffly among the other young women. Their heads are bowed, eyes are downcast, hands neatly folded, backs straight like perfect little dolls, programmed to be obedient and silent. I loathe everything about this lecture.
Every. Single. Word. “A woman must never question her Alpha’s decisions.” “Her body belongs to her mate—she has no right to refuse him.” “The greatest honour a woman can have is bearing strong sons.” Why aren’t men taught how to respect their mates before demanding obedience? Shouldn’t respect be earned? But no.
Here, a woman is expected to lower her head, smile sweetly, and accept whatever is thrown her way. Love, neglect, abuse—it doesn’t matter. As long as she obeys. If I had the power, I would burn this entire system to the ground. I’d create a world where women are equal to men—no, where women rule.
A world where we are not just property or vessels but warriors, leaders, Alphas in our own right. But I don’t have that power. Yet. Instead, I’m forced to endure these ridiculous lectures every day of my life, and each time, my wolf and I grow closer to madness. Some days, I try to skip, but the punishments aren’t worth it—especially today, when I have other plans.