(Dominic)
Pain ripped through my chest, sharp and hollow where the mate bond used to pulse. My wolf howled, clawing at the emptiness Penelope left behind. The severance burned like acid in my veins.
“Alpha?” James knocked tentatively. “The council requests—”
“Get out!”
“But sir, the border patrols reported—”
I hurled a glass at the door. It shattered, spraying whiskey and crystal. “I said get out!”
Footsteps retreated quickly. Smart man.
I paced my office, my steps sounding too loud in the silence. The bond’s absence felt wrong—like missing a limb. The mate bond was sacred, unbreakable. No mate should have the power to sever it.
“Sir.” A guard appeared in the doorway, pale-faced. “Penelope said she will leave the pack.”
His statement knocked me back.
Leaving? My heart stopped beating for a moment.
“What exactly did she say?”
“That she refuses to stay imprisoned any longer.” He shifted nervously. “That nothing could make her remain here, that she’d find a way.”
My claws extended, scoring deep grooves in the desk. “Triple the guards. Post men at every exit, every window. No one enters or leaves without my permission. Especially her.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“And if anyone helps her escape, their death will be slow. Make sure everyone understands.”
The guard swallowed hard. “Understood.”
“Get the enforcers. I want constant patrols. And see if she’s eaten.”
He practically ran from the room. Alone again, I dropped into my chair. The emptiness inside throbbed in time with my pulse. Without the bond, I couldn’t sense her emotions, couldn’t feel her presence..
A familiar scent drifted through the crack in the door—jasmine and vanilla. Isabella’s signature perfume.
No. Not Isabella.
Kelsey slipped inside, wearing a black silk robe that barely covered anything. I couldn’t help but stare at her curves as she sauntered closer, but I felt nothing.
“Poor Alpha,” she purred sweetly as she perched on my desk. The robe gaped wider. “All alone in your big office.”
I stared through her. “Leave me alone.”
“Don’t be like that.” She slid onto my lap, arms twining around my neck. “I know you’re hurting. Let me help you forget her.”
Her scent filled my nose—so close to Isabella’s, yet wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. The curve of her smile, the tone of her voice. A hollow imitation.
“You’re not her.” I shoved her off, harder than necessary. She stumbled, catching herself on the desk. “You’ll never be her.”
“Dominic, please—”
“You think wearing her perfume makes you her? Copying her laugh, her mannerisms?” I spat. “You’re nothing but a cheap imitation.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “That’s not fair. I love—”
“Love?” I laughed harshly. “You don’t know the meaning of the word. You’re just a pathetic girl playing dress-up in her dead sister’s life.”
“I could be better than her. Better than that murderer’s daughter—”
“Get out.” When she didn’t move, I slammed my hands on the desk. “GET OUT! I have no desire to see your face right now.”
She fled, sobbing. The door slammed behind her.
Good. One less distraction from the hollow ache in my chest.
“Alpha.” James returned. “You asked about Penelope’s meal.”
My fingers tightened on the armrests. “And?”
“The food remains untouched. It is…back in the kitchen. The guards report no movement, no sound from her room.”
Something cold slithered down my spine. “How did it…how long?”
“Several hours now. Should we—”
I surged to my feet, shoving past him. The halls blurred past me as I strode toward her chambers, guards scrambling to keep up.
The door stood slightly ajar. Wrong. My pulse thundered as I pushed it open.
Empty.
The bed lay perfectly made, untouched. No clothes in the closet. No books on the nightstand. Even her scent had faded to almost nothing.
“Search everywhere,” I said dangerously but quietly. “Every room, every corner. I want her found.”
Guards scattered throughout the pack house. I stood motionless, cataloging each missing detail. The silver photo frame is gone from her dresser. The empty space where her mother’s jewelry box sat. How long had she planned this? How had I not noticed?
“Alpha!” A guard burst in, breathing hard. “Two men down in the east wing. Injured but alive. Clearly dragged there.”
“No sign of her anywhere in the pack house,” James reported grimly. “The grounds are clear.”
“The forest?”
“Teams searching now, but—” He hesitated.
“What?”
“Her trail ends at the tree line. As if she vanished into thin air.”
Impossible. No wolf could mask their scent so completely. Unless…
“Get out.” When no one moved, I roared: “ALL OF YOU, OUT!”
The room emptied instantly. I sank onto her bed, the mattress still holding a ghost of her scent. She’d really done it. Really left.
The hollow space in my chest ached fiercely. My wolf whined, desperate to chase her, drag her back where she belonged.
“She won’t last a week out there,” I muttered. “Pathetic little thing doesn’t know how to hunt. How to fight.”
I laughed bitterly. Five years of keeping her weak and dependent. Never letting her train with the pack. Never teaching her to defend herself.
“She’ll come crawling back,” I told myself. “Begging for protection. For food.” I kicked over her nightstand. “What did she think? That she could just walk away? Survive in the wild?”
The mate bond’s absence mocked me. Without it, I couldn’t track her, couldn’t sense her location or emotions. She was truly beyond my reach.
“Stupid girl. Playing rebellion.” My fist smashed into the wall. The plaster cracked. Blood dripped from my knuckles. “She’s nothing without me. Nothing!”
I grabbed her pillow, ripping it apart. Feathers floated around me.
“Sir?” A final guard hovered in the doorway. “What should we tell the pack?”
“Tell them their Luna ran away like the coward she is.” I threw the torn pillow across the room. “And when she comes back starving and broken, I’ll decide if I want her back.”
The guard hesitated. “And if she doesn’t come back?”
I stared at the empty room, at all the spaces where Penelope used to exist. My words didn’t match the panic clawing at my chest.
“Tell them their Luna is gone.”
Dominic’s POVI kept my eyes fixed on Debbie as she bounced around the training grounds behind the pack house, her excitement infectious as she discovered each new area of my family’s territory..“Daddy, what’s that building over there?” Debbie pointed toward the weapons storage facility.“That’s where we keep our training equipment,” I explained, lifting her up so she could see over the fence. “Swords, bows, practice gear for teaching pack members how to fight.”“Can I learn to use a sword? A real one?”“When you’re older,” Penelope said quickly. “Much older.”“But I’m already really good at fighting! Miss Carter says I’m the best in my age group!”The pride that swelled in my chest was overwhelming. My daughter—brilliant, fierce, determined—had gotten my competitive spirit, my refusal to back down from challenges.“Fighting and weapons training are different things,” I told her gently. “But yes, someday I’ll teach you everything you want to learn.”Debbie’s face lit up like the sun.
Penelope’s POVI brought Debbie to visit Dominic’s pack house for the first time since she was born, my hands gripping the steering wheel as we passed through the security gates.“Mommy, look how big everything is!” Debbie pressed her face against the passenger window. “Are all those people Daddy’s family?”“Some are family, some are pack members who live and work here.” I followed the winding drive toward the main house. “Remember what we talked about—best behavior.”“I remember! I’m gonna be the politest ever!”The pack house rose ahead of us, all stone and tall windows. I’d been here before, but returning as the mother of Dominic’s acknowledged daughter felt completely different. Every window seemed to watch our approach.Dominic appeared at the front entrance before I’d even stopped the car, and behind him stood Luna Sophia in an elegant blue dress. “There’s Daddy!” Debbie fumbled with her seatbelt. “And there’s a fancy lady! Is that my grandma?”“That’s Sophia, yes. Mind your man
Penelope’s POVI sat on Debbie’s bed that evening, her stuffed animals forming a protective circle around us.“Mommy, why do you look scared?” Debbie asked, her green eyes studying my face. “Did something bad happen?”“Nothing bad, sweetheart. Actually, something wonderful.” I smoothed the blanket around her legs. “But it’s very important, so I need you to listen carefully.”Debbie sat up straighter, clutching her elephant. “Okay. I’m listening really good.”“You know how you’ve always wondered about your daddy? How you used to ask me where he was?”“You never told me,” Debbie said slowly. “But you always got sad when I asked.”“I got sad because I was keeping a secret from you. A big secret that I thought was protecting you, but now I know you deserve the truth.”“What secret?”My heart hammered against my ribs. “Your daddy…has been here the whole time.”Debbie’s eyebrows pulled together. “I don’t understand.”“Ice Cream Uncle,” I said gently. “Dominic. He’s your real father, Debbie.”
Penelope’s POV“Ladies, continue your drills,” I called out, my voice shakier than I wanted. “I need to speak privately.”The women scattered across the mats, their whispers following us as I led Dominic toward the back corner where equipment racks blocked most sightlines.“Penelope,” he said quietly, “it’s over. The council found everything—his laboratory, the ritual chamber, financial records connecting him to the kidnapping operation.”“I should have believed you.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. “About the cliff, about Ruby, about everything. You kept trying to warn me, and I called you paranoid.”“The evidence looked convincing—”“No.” I cut him off. “The evidence looked convenient. Too convenient.” I shook my head. “I let old hurt cloud my judgment.”Dominic stepped closer, close enough that I could see the exhaustion lines around his eyes. “You were protecting Debbie. Any mother would have done the same.”“But I knew you. Deep down, underneath all my anger and
Dominic’s POVThe council chamber felt different on this final day of proceedings. Instead of the tense atmosphere that had dominated previous sessions, there was a sense of resolution in the air. I scanned the assembled crowd for Penelope’s familiar face but didn’t find her among the spectators.Nathan sat in the front row where she was supposed to be, his hands folded as he waited for the formal announcements. When he caught my eye, he nodded—a gesture that would have seemed impossible just days ago.“All rise for Elder Richard,” someone announced.We stood as the Elder entered, his ceremonial robes rustling as he took his position behind the elevated bench.“Please be seated,” Richard said, settling into his chair. “We are here for the final disposition of charges against the Darkwood Pack in relation to the kidnapping of minor children and related criminal activities.”My stomach clenched despite knowing what the verdict would be. Weeks of investigation had led to this moment, but
Penelope’s POVThe underground laboratory beneath Edward’s estate felt like descending into hell itself. Council investigators led me through reinforced corridors carved from solid rock, the air filled with smells that made my stomach turn.“The main ritual chamber is just ahead,” Investigator Remus said, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “I must warn you, the contents are disturbing.”Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when we entered the central room.An altar dominated the space, its black stone surface stained with dark substances that looked suspiciously like dried blood. Carved symbols covered every inch of the walls—twisted designs that seemed to writhe in the flickering light from overhead fixtures.“What is all this?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“Ritual implements,” Remus’s assistant explained, gesturing toward tables covered with ceremonial knives, ceremonial bowls, and devices I couldn’t identify. “Specifically, rituals involving the transfer of blo