Dominik Mysterio X นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Dominic! What are you doing? Stop!” But Dominic was gone. Something inside him had snapped. Whatever wall he’d built to hold back the fury—the pain, the guilt, the fear—it had cracked. And now the monster beneath it was free. Two more guards charged. Dominic dropped to one knee, fired. One collapsed. The other ran. Drazen pulled out his pistol, aiming at Dominic. “You finally woke up, brother.” Dominic didn’t answer. He charged. They collided hard—Dominic slammed into Drazen’s chest. The gun fell from Drazen’s hand, sliding across the deck. The two men fell, fists flying.

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

“The signal vanished, but not before he bounced it through four different spoofed servers. He’s smarter than we thought.” Dominique leaned against the wall, pressing her fingers to her temple. “Then I need to be smarter.” “We will be. We’re not alone.” “That’s what scares me,” she murmured. “I’m not used to help.” “You’re used to worship,” he said flatly. She smiled, bitter. “Close enough.” “Domica doesn’t need worship,” Damien said after a pause. “She needs a witness. And I’m here for that.” The line went quiet.

But this was something else entirely. The smile that had lingered on her face disappeared as Dominic suddenly staggered, one hand bracing against the rough bark of a nearby tree. The color had drained from his face, and every muscle in his body seemed rigid, as though he were fighting an invisible battle. "Your Majesty?" Concern replaced every other thought as she instinctively hurried toward him. Dominic forced himself to lift his head. The ringing inside his skull had become unbearable, and the violent pounding behind his eyes blurred everything before him. His wolf was no longer merely restless. It had retreated into frightened silence, recoiling from something neither of them could under

“Now. Did you have your entire pack dosed with the separatum amoris nexum that blocks the mate bond from being felt by either mate?” Dominic blinks and looks at Wesley and then at King Malachi. “No. I’ve never even heard of that potion.” My brows furrow, and I glance at Reid, who wears a matching expression of confusion. Wesley and Malachi also exchange glances, then Malachi cocks his head to the side. “Did you unlock your pack’s bunker for the rogues and collaborate with them to organize the attack on your pack?” “I would never work with rogues,” Dominic says, his expression darkening. “And I would never leave my pack vulnerable like that.”

The chill of the can felt nice against my palm, and I hoped it would help me relax. As we cracked them open, the refreshing sound echoed in the stillness. I took a swig, the bitter flavor filling my mouth. It was stronger than I remembered, but I welcomed the distraction. "Dominic can be a real piece of work," Stephan said, his expression turning serious. "You should steer clear of him." "Why? Is he dangerous?" I asked, remembering the way he had made the pool water bent to his will. He seemed to be one of the special Alphas, much like Damien, but Damien’s real powers were a mystery to me still.

One of the first things Dominic was going to try to teach her was to control and interpret her dreams. “Open your eyes, Leesa,” Dominic said. Leesa opened her eyes and found Dominic sitting on her desk chair, watching her closely. His blue eyes were so pale they appeared almost gray. In his dark green button shirt and plain khaki pants, he certainly didn’t look like any kind of wizard she had ever imagined. Instead, he looked like he could have been the dad of any of the kids in her dorm. She knew his ordinary appearance was by design—Dominic had been hiding from his renegade brethren for more than a hundred years.

Oh my God. The realization hit me like a physical shock, stealing the air from my lungs. He was magnificent. Powerful. Completely, overwhelmingly masculine in a way that made my mouth go dry and my hands shake with something that definitely wasn't fear. The evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore, impossible to dismiss as anything other than what it was—proof that every assumption about Vito Romano had been devastatingly wrong. He's so... God, he's so big.

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.