Domina Season 3 Novels & Stories

Rafaella opened the door of their quarters that led to the hall connecting them to the rest of the house and smiled when she saw Austin standing there, guarding the door. She’d almost walked right into him. “You’re up,” Austin said and smiled at her. “Dominic will be gone for a few hours. He went to Mayberry View to find Inara.” “I hope she’s okay. Dominic will lose his mind if something happens to her,” she said and sighed. “Fuck yeah, his head will explode and he’d kill every last motherfucker involved,” Austin agreed.

Dominic was always bragging about how he got away with his crime without his uncle knowing it. “Dominic? That’s Alpha Dominic to you!” she sneered. “That’s enough!” Dominic’s voice roared. “I’m still not an alpha, yet. The ceremony will be this evening.” The woman looked at him in disbelief. “You raised my voice at me?” She looked like she was going to cry. What a sensitive bitch. “I am the beta’s daughter! How could you treat me like I am your slave?” the woman cried. “You are starting a fight,” Dominic retorted.

Bella and Anya both giggled with delight as Rebeka grinned like a proud parent. “Domini, remind me,” I asked attempting to keep my composure and my rage from bubbling to the surface, today had been grand and I did not want to sully my mood. “Why did you leave out Luna alone? With a Beta in training and Bella?” Bella frowned before opening her mouth as if to argue but Anya kicked her leg to keep her quiet. Domini glared at me obviously agitated by my tone. “I did not willingly leave her… and I left her in capable hands…”

“Why? Isn’t that what we are? You have Liam to yourself, and I’ve Dominus to myself! Win-win.” That’s when my brows furrow, confusion bleaches through my face. “Who the hell is Dominus?” My voice is a little more than a whisper now. “Oh, you don’t know? After being together for three years!?” Bianca’s clearly mocking me, reveling in the illusion of power that strange information has given her. I turn my glare to Liam, who’s casually watching our banter. “What is she talking about!?” He exhales a long string of breath, stepping forward, but I take a step back, not wanting him in my space.

Chapter Sixty-Five I stood looking around the room. There were five overly pretty women and seven very attractive men looking between the three of us. Well, four, now that Sin had moved to sit on the armrest of the couch beside me. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel as they looked between us. Marcus finally spoke, pulling their attention away from me and I let out a small breath I had been holding. “Vega and Nash are trying to dismantle the flock.” They met his words with snarls, growls, and flashing eyes that made my heart beat faster and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“Dominic! Are you crazy? Are you protecting the woman who hurt your wife and your son? Did you know that Bertha had many difficulties during her pregnancy? You're such a bad man, just because of a lustful woman like Lisanna, you rejected your wife, Bertha." Monica couldn't control her emotions, she couldn't forgive Lisanna, the woman who destroyed her last hope. However, what she did not expect was that Dominic would defend Lisanna so firmly. Could it be that Dominic doesn't care about Bertha? Does he also not care about the fetus in Bertha's womb? Why is Dominic such a cruel person?

That he was still out there whispering to gods even monsters had forgotten. Behind me, the tent door opened. Dominic strode in like he owned the dirt beneath his boots. “You called?” he asked, flipping a dagger between his fingers. “We leave in three days.” “North?” I nodded once. He whistled low. “Cold, haunted, and cursed. My three favorite things.” I didn’t laugh. “He’s there. Elena saw him. In the ice.” Dominic’s smirk faded. “She’s sure?” “She’s never been wrong.”

Then I looked at Adrian—the man who offered me a throne built on my father's sins. And then, a third shadow appeared at the back window. Dominic. He was holding a remote detonator. "If I can't have her," Dominic’s voice came through the glass, cracked and weeping, "then no one does. This block is rigged with C4, Adrian. Move away from my wife." The standoff was perfect. The King, the Ghost, and the Rogue. And in the center, the woman they all thought was their salvation. I looked at the detonator in Dominic’s hand. I looked at the blade in Killian’s. I looked at the cold ambition in Adrian’s eyes.

Dominic turned, his eyes locking onto the rows of staff still frozen in their seats. "All of you, stay where you are!" Dominic commanded, his expression shifting drastically—cold and predatory. He walked slowly around the conference table, creating a suffocating tension. "Tell me... who among you knows what truly happened at the third branch office? Speak now, and I might consider letting you off if you cooperate," Dominic said in a low, menacing voice. "Don’t make me find the extent of your involvement myself." ***

"Hate is too exhausting. But I won't forgive him either. Some things can't be fixed. His suffering is his own penance." "Let him know," I add after a pause. "Let him know I am Queen. Let him know I am happy. It’s the final mercy I’ll give him." --- Three days later. The Moonlight Pack border. Marco arrives at a shack with a newspaper. Domine is in bed, so weak he can barely lift his head. He is a skeleton, his skin translucent. But his eyes are clear. "Macro... what news?" Domine rasps. "Sir," Marco’s voice breaks. "Halen... she has been crowned. She is Queen Halen now."