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Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy 11
DOMINIC“I didn’t think you’d buy it without proof, so I tracked them. I took shots,” Clara whispered, her voice trembling like a submissive wolf facing an Alpha’s wrath. “It happened a couple of weeks ago, but I’ve been paralyzed by the thought of telling you. I didn't want you to assume… after what I confessed on your last birthday, I… Moon, I don’t want to be exiled for this.” It looked like Clara had tears shimmering in her eyes as her hands shook, holding her device like it was a live grenade.“Show me,” I commanded. My voice didn't sound like my own; it was a rough, jagged rasp that felt like it was tearing through my throat.Clara slowly extended her phone. She swiped through a few blurry images until she landed on one that stopped my heart. It was my mate and my cousin, huddled together at a candlelit table in the back of some dimly lit haunt. Their heads were practically touching. Adrian’s hand was clamped firmly over Aara’s on the table. They looked like they were sharing a
Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy 10
DOMINIC“Interesting,” Clara murmured, the single word hanging in the air like a scent-mark. “You sound surprised.”“It’s our ninth cycle of the bond,” I growled, the vibration low in my chest. “Ten years since we first scented each other on the very day I was born. It’s a double milestone, and the silence from his side of the bed is deafening.”“I hadn't realized you met on your birthday. Wait—you officially marked him on the same date?”I nodded, a grim smile tugging at my lips as a memory surfaced through the fog of my irritation. “Aara always jokes with the pack that I chose that day specifically so I’d have no excuse to ever forget the lunar anniversary.” As the words left my mouth, the reality sank in like a silver blade. He had forgotten. I never imagined the day would come when my mate—the man who is quite literally the other half of my soul—would let our anniversary pass without so much as a howl.“Let’s crack this open,” Clara said, reaching for the bottle of reserve. I stoo
Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy 9
DOMINIC"YOUR PACK MATES ARE CURIOUSLY SILENT FOR A MILESTONE DAY," Clara observed, her scent carrying a sharp, observant edge. She rested her chin on her hand, watching me with an intensity that made my inner wolf shift uncomfortably. "Where exactly is Aaron today? It’s not like him to leave his Alpha’s side during a transition like this.""He’s been submerged in logistics for some gala at Windermere Park," I replied, a dry, humorless chuckle escaping my throat. "I’m in the dark about the guest list or the occasion. Aara hasn't breathed a word of detail, only that the client is an absolute nightmare to manage.""And what about your inner circle? Your... what do you call Adrian Carrillo?" She paused, her eyes searching mine. "Is he a cousin? A pack brother? Or just a comrade-in-arms you’ve decided to claim as kin?"I managed a small grin at my assistant. "He’s my blood-related cousin, but the bond goes deeper than that. He’s the closest thing I have to a brother.""That’s what I gathe
Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy 8
DOMINIC“I’M FULLY AWARE OF THE DRILL,” I heard my assistant snap, her voice vibrating with a sharp, wolfish irritation. She was pinching the bridge of her nose, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Carrillo Music Group HQ, looking like she was seconds away from a full-on snarl. “Take a sedative or something; your scent is spiking so hard it’s giving me a migraine.” I watched her roll her eyes as she turned away from the glass. I hoped to the Moon that wasn't a client she was barking at. Some of our talent could be a nightmare, but professionalism was the foundation of our pack’s business. “Yes, he’ll be on the ice at the scheduled time.” Clara Whitmore didn't even wait for a rebuttal. She ended the call and snapped into a rigid, professional posture the moment she realized I was looming in the doorway.“I’m hoping that wasn't a lead singer you just told to medicate,” I rumbled.“No, sir... of course not.” She tripped over the words, her scent flickering with a rare moment
Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy 7
“Your alarm is howling,” I groaned, finally peeling my face away from the heat of Dominic’s chest. The custom ringtone was a discordant blast of heavy metal that always seemed to hit like a body check to the skull.“My alarm,” he rumbled back, his voice thick with sleep as he reached over to silence the chaos. He didn't pull away, though; instead, he leaned back into my space and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of my head. “Think we can manage a repeat performance of last night once the sun goes down?”“Oh, so you’re craving a second helping of the wolf-style meat and dumplings?” I teased, shifting my weight against him. “That works for me. It means I don’t have to spend my evening over a hot stove again.”Dominic didn't answer with words. He hauled me over his lap and landed a sharp, stinging slap against my backside. The sudden heat of it sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core, reigniting a fire I thought we’d thoroughly extinguished during our midnight hours. I l
Slap Shot Heart: The Carrillo Legacy CHAPTER 6
DOMINICMY MATE WAS THE MOST HONORABLE MALE I’D EVER KNOWN. Looking at him made me wish I’d entered our bond completely untouched, a blank slate, so that his scent would be the only one to ever mark my skin. The flickers of uncertainty that prowled through my mind were phantoms from my past—relics of the males I’d known before the moon chose us. My previous partner had been a jagged piece of work, never missing an opportunity to snarl if he thought I was becoming too soft or losing my athletic edge. He used to bark that if I lost my conditioning, he’d find a more 'streamlined' male to satisfy his inner wolf. He wanted a mate who felt like a weapon, not someone with a single ounce of give.After surviving a toxic dynamic like that, even for a short duration, it flooded my chest with a primal heat to hear my husband describe the ways he worshipped my form. Hearing him vow to cherish every shift and change as the seasons passed made my wolf want to howl in relief.There is no more potent
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