Chapter 6 My Wolf Wanted Her

Dominic's POV

The great Alpha Dominic, reduced to needing a human to carry on his bloodline.

Seeing Xena was a constant reminder of how cursed I was.

I would never be able to give Freya the life she deserved, all because of that stupid curse.

But everything changed the moment I stepped into Xena's room.

The air smelled different, like a mix of warm vanilla and amber.

My wolf instantly reacted.

Slow down, buddy.

I tried to force myself to carry on with this arrangement.

There was something about Xena that pulled me in.

I couldn't resist. I inhaled her scent, my nostrils flaring with excitement.

Then came the second attempt—that was when I lost it—but I suddenly got interrupted by a mindlink from my Beta.

Betas knew better than to interrupt a serious event like this, so it was definitely something important.

Was it the rogues?

Were they back again? Last week, we had taken out some rogues who had threatened to break into the pack through our borders. But we had done some serious damage, so I doubted they would be back so soon.

The Beta's voice spoke through the link. "Xena's father lied to you. I heard Xena's surname during the ceremony, and it's the same as your Luna's."

My blood ran cold.

How could my wife bear the same surname as her surrogate?

Unless... that would mean that they were—

Sisters ? 

My eyes widened with shock and disbelief, and I had no idea when I had grabbed Xena's neck.

I had promised myself I would never show this side of me to them.

But I needed to know the truth.

"Tell me," I said, my voice dead serious. "What's your relationship with Freya?" I asked again.

I watched her lips part open, and then they pressed together.

"I know fully well you can speak," I said.

But she just stared, her expression unreadable.

"If you don't want a repeat of what just happened, you better open your fucking mouth," I said, my voice growing louder with each word.

I watched her swallow hard. The mark of my claws was visible on her neck.

I may have gone a little too far.

If my Beta was telling the truth, then Xena had just lied to my face.

"She's just a friend," she said with confidence. "Family friend, actually. Her dad and my dad were pretty close, back in the day."

Something didn't sit right.

"So why would you and your friend have the same last names?" I asked.

Instead, she stared at me blankly and let out a cold laugh.

She kept on laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks, until she finally stopped and said, "You really are one funny male, Alpha Dominic. People can have similar last names without being related—how can you not know this?"

She was right.

Maybe I had taken it too far because a part of me hadn't wanted this agreement in the first place.

I cleared my throat and made my way toward the door.

I stopped briefly, turned to her, and said, "One more thing, Xena. Don't you ever speak to me in that manner, or you won't live to see the next day."

The look of fear she gave me before I walked out gave me the satisfaction I wanted.

Good.

Xena may have told me one thing, but my Beta was telling me another.

Who was lying? And why?

There was only one way I could find out.

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I didn't want to do this, but I had to.

I pushed open Freya's room door and found her lying on the bed. She looked as beautiful as ever.

Her presence was intoxicating.

"Dominic," she said as soon as I stepped in.

I walked over to her side, placing my hands against her cheek.

Her eyes. They looked like diamonds.

I placed a kiss on her lips.

Nothing.

Something felt different.

I had kissed Freya a thousand times, but I couldn't get myself to kiss Xena even once. Not because I didn't want to, but because I hated how badly my body had wanted to do that.

I had Freya. I didn't need anyone else.

"Are you okay?" Freya asked with a worried look on her face.

"Yes," I said, shaking the entire feeling off. "Just feeling a little uneasy."

She knitted her eyebrows, and her expression changed immediately.

"Is it Xena?" she asked. "Is this because you slept with her?"

"No," I blurted out quickly.

How could I possibly tell Freya that my wolf wanted to claim Xena and not her? That my wolf hadn't minded pinning Xena against that wall and feeling her lips and body against mine?

But then there was me.

I hadn't wanted any of that. I had wanted Freya.

Freya let out a small laugh.

"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with that poor girl," she said. "She's only doing this for the money."

"Fallen in love? Freya, what are you talking about?" I said quickly. "Xena is just a surrogate, and she means absolutely nothing to me. Once the arrangement is done, she'll be out of here."

But Freya didn't look convinced.

I cupped her cheek and said, "We didn't sleep together. I mean, I tried, but I couldn't. I kept thinking about you, us, and how far we've come."

Her gaze softened, and she smiled at me.

"Oh, Dominic, we need to get this done," she said. "The blood pact has already been signed, so the surrogacy must continue."

I was slowly starting to hate the word surrogacy, but if a pup would make Freya happy, then so be it.

"I know, my love," I said. "Just remember that I'm doing this for you."

She nodded and smiled.

But I couldn't put what had happened earlier aside.

Freya had to know.

I needed to know too.

"Are you related to Xena?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Wait… No… How did you know?" she stuttered, her face in total despair.

I felt a piece of my heart shatter.

"No, no, no," I said, getting up from the bed. "You can't be serious right now. Tell me you're lying."

She stayed silent, her eyes breaking away from mine and looking downward.

"Shit," I said. "Do you know how messed up this is? You want me to sleep with your sister?"

"Illegitimate sister," she quickly blurted out. "She's not my blood sister."

I laughed.

What difference did that really make?

"It still doesn't matter," I said. "How long did you plan on keeping this away from me? Huh?"

Freya tried to get off the bed, but she couldn't.

"I'm really sorry, Dominic," she said. "I did this for you. For us."

I scoffed and stomped my feet on the ground, pacing around the room furiously.

"For us?" I said. "For us? You're having your sister sleep with your own mate. Don't you see how sick and twisted this is?"

"I know how it sounds, Dominic," she said.

"But my father and I have carefully thought this through," she continued, “Do you really think this is what I want? You think I want to send my sister to my mate’s bed?”

I let out a huge sigh.

I couldn't be pissed anymore. I couldn't blame her. This was all my fault.

The blood pact had already been signed.

I was having a pup with my wife's sister.

And the surprising thing was—

My wolf wanted her.