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He said softly before glancing down at my bare legs, his eyes hardening. "Are you cold? I'm going to fucking kill Yurik. Why would he bring you here?" rubbed a hand through his hair. I frowned at him. This whole family is weird. "I don't care about that right now. Tell me that you won't hurt Micah." Dominic didn't say anything. "Dominic," my voice took on a softer, more pleading tone as I pressed my hands against his chest. "Please tell me that you won't hurt him.

People called him the Wolf of the East End, but no one dared to say why. Sasha had heard his name in whispers for years, but when she stood in front of him for the first time, those whispers became reality. Dominic Knight didn’t need to work. Born into one of the wealthiest families in the country, he could’ve easily coasted through life on a silver spoon. But that wasn’t Dominic’s style. From a young age, he was determined to build an empire of his own, separate from his family’s legacy. And he did, turning his business ventures into billion-dollar enterprises. But beneath the polished exterior of a successful CEO was a man with a darker inheritance. Dominic was a werewolf, not just any wer

have a son out there?" He knew that Dominic had been with me for three years without any news of a child, and this kid looked about four or five years old. If he really was Dominic's son, the only explanation would be that he had a child with someone else. When Dominic saw the photo, he was equally shocked. How could this child have the exact same features as him? Dominic Blackwood was a man with obsessive cleanliness, so he was particularly meticulous even when it came to matters of intimacy. The only woman he had ever been with was me. Could it be that this child was secretly born by me without his knowledge? He quickly sent a message to me: "Come out, we need to talk." However, there was

“Doesn’t change anything for me. Still my Alpha. Still, the guy I’m sworn to die for. Still brooding and emotionally repressed.” I snorted, tightening my grip on the reins. “You’re awfully loyal for someone who didn’t even blink at the big reveal.” Dominic’s smirk deepened. “That’s because I already knew.” Lykan and I both looked at him. “You what?” Lykan asked. “Yeah,” Dominic said casually. “My family isn’t originally from Black Mountain either.” “Come again?” I blinked.

“So there’s nothing, we don’t know where he comes from?” The worry on her face only sinks in as I dread what else she’s about to reveal to me when she beckons I come closer. When Nia sees the boy, she begins to stretch towards him, “Do-Domi….” She attempts to call his name, trying to slide out of my arms and mother collects her instead. “Vyin, there’s something peculiar about Domino. He’s like you and your siblings- He’s heterochromatic”.

She said. “Even if you bring me in front of Dominic, I will still say that he was the one who ordered me to poison Adonis. Do you know why Dominic did that? Because he doesn't want to raise another man's child. After Dominic tested Adonis' DNA, he knew the boy was not his son, so Dominic felt disgusted with Adonis every time he was around him. Dominic and you will remarry, and he wants to have children that match his DNA. He doesn't like Adonis, because Adonis is not his child."

I don't know who gave him my address. 'It's okay,' her father said. 'You may sit down lets sort this matter out. My young man what is your name?' 'My name is Dominic Wuba. My friends call me Dom.' 'That's alright. Have you got grown up sisters of about the age of my daughter in your home?' 'Yes sir.' 'How do your parents feel when men come into the home with uncertain missions?' 'Well sir, they shout at the girls when the young men leave the house.'

And Dominic's. Dominic's expression was the most controlled thing I had ever seen, which told me everything. "You knew," I said. "I found out," he said, "three years ago. When I became Alpha and accessed the restricted archive." His voice was perfectly steady, which cost him visibly. "It is documented in Marcus's private papers. I was—" He stopped. Started again. "I was brought to the pack at three days old. My biological mother was a wolf from the Thornwall Pack. She died in childbirth. My biological father was Marcus's closest ally from that pack, a man named Vale, who died the following year. Marcus took me because he wanted an heir and had not yet produced one, and because my genetic pro

I comforted. Yuri's gaze wandered the merry crowd. "Dominic? What in Helheim?" she gasped, seeing a familiar Waterman face emerge with a bouquet of gardenia and roguish, piratical smile. "Dominic! What are you doing here! Were you captured too? Oh Dominic, you're saving us all!" Dominic was of Indrajit stock, sienna skinned, hazel eyed, and black curls like a sinning saint. He beamed at his beloved. "Yuri, Yuri - please let me explain!" he implored.

“You’re not going to lecture me?” “Would it help if I did?” “No.” “Then tell me about them.” I exhaled. “One’s a tattoo artist. His name’s Dominic. He’s— blunt. Difficult. The kind of person who calls you out on your own nonsense and doesn’t apologize for it. He had a rough childhood and turned it into something he’s proud of.” “Mm.”