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Evelyn's POV Dominic burst through the door like a storm unleashed, his body shattering into fur and muscle as his wolf took form. His massive frame radiated power, his coat a burnished black streaked with silver that gleamed like moonlit steel. Golden eyes blazed, carrying the weight of a born Alpha. The air itself bowed to his dominance, heavy and suffocating.I froze, breath caught in my chest. His wolf was regal, terrifying, and magnificent. My own wolf stirred violently, answering his call, and with it came a flicker of memory. That shape, that fire—I had seen it before. But where? The image slipped away, the way it came. One thing was clear, Dominic wasn’t ordinary.“Alpha…” The word escaped before I could stop it.Confusion swirled with awe. If he carried such dominance, why had I found him broken, homeless on the streets? My chest tightened as the question struck deeper than the chaos before me.Who are you really, Dominic? And what storm cast you down before fate brought yo

Third Person POV Harrison’s father approached, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. The moment he spotted the sleek black car idling at the far end, his entire posture shifted. Shoulders bent, smiles stretched wide, every step showed respect.“Alpha Dominic,” he greeted, bowing slightly toward the tinted window. “What an honor. I didn’t expect you to come in person.”Inside the car, Dominic sat like stone, one arm resting casually on the window frame, but his eyes were shards of ice. He didn’t answer, only allowed the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating.Cass, standing a little off to the side, was the first to speak. His tone was deceptively light. “We’re not here to talk business. Your son was beaten earlier. Alpha Dominic came to investigate the situation.”Relief flickered across the older man’s face. He laughed nervously and gave a short nod. “I see. I should thank you, Alpha Dominic. It means much that you care for my son’s well-being. Not everyone would extend suc

Evelyn's POV His voice poured through the speaker, low and velvet, curling around me like smoke. Every word seemed to sink straight into my chest, making my pulse stutter.“Evie…” The way he said my name was dangerous, like a warning and a caress all at once.I swallowed, deciding to push him just a little further. “I was just… asking what people thought of it. Maybe I’ll send this picture to someone else, see what they—”“Don’t,” he cut in, sharp and commanding. The weight in his tone made my knees go weak even though we weren’t in the same room. “You don’t ever send something like that to another man. Not ever.”The edge of possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill down my spine. He was jealous. I could feel it. And instead of scaring me, it filled me with a secret, bubbling happiness.I bit my lip, smiling despite myself. “You sound like you mean it.”“I do.” His breath came rougher now, his voice dropping lower. “That picture is mine. You’re mine. If you want opinions, you come t

Dominic’s POV“Dominic, stop moving,” Evelyn said, pressing her hand to my forehead.“I’m fine,” I muttered. The IV tugged at my arm, proving otherwise.“You nearly collapsed. Sit still.”I should’ve argued, but I thought better of it. She adjusted the blanket, smoothed the line, fussed in small ways that made me feel good.I almost felt grateful for the food poisoning. It forced me to stay still long enough for her to sit here, to talk to me again after the silence of that phone call and her business trip. If I hadn’t ended up in this bed, maybe we’d still be drifting apart.“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, catching me staring.“Like what?”“Like I’m amusing you.”How could I tell her that I just liked that she was here?By the next evening, I was on my feet. Evelyn wanted me to rest, but duty called. A banquet waited.“You shouldn’t go,” she said.“I’ll keep it short,” I promised.That was my mistake.The hall glittered under chandeliers, heavy with perfume and laughter. I st

Evelyn's POV The air was cold when I stepped into the small courtyard behind the herbal shop. From the outside, it looked plain, even worn down, but I hadn’t come because of appearances.The wind stilled as I crossed the threshold. The scent of burning sage and old wood filled my lungs. My heartbeat quickened, and the restless stir beneath my skin moved.The witch waited, silver streaks in her hair, sharp eyes watching me. “You came on your own,” she said. “That’s good. It means you’re ready to stop pretending.”“I’m not here for magic,” I said. “I’ve just been feeling strange. Tired. Hot. Angry. Like something’s trying to claw its way out.”“That’s your wolf,” she said. “She’s waking up.”My stomach tightened. “And if I don’t want her to, yet?”“You don’t get to choose. But you can choose how much it hurts.” She pulled a small pouch of herbs from a carved box. “This will ease the pressure. But it won’t stop what’s coming.”I took the pouch. When our fingers touched, heat shot throug