Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

Anyway, it seemed like the goddamn grown child’s ego couldn’t take a ‘no’ and later he followed her scent all the way to her home being a tracker of his pack and all. Serena had just entered the house a couple of minutes ago and soon after the doorbell rang, she thought she had been dumb as she had opened the door prior to checking who it was, after all it was their pack territory what could happen and she could swear upon her life that she still regretted that one idiotic thing she did. She had obviously told him to go away and was going to shut the door on his face but the guy turned out to be way faster and way stronger than her as she realized soon. He came in babbling something about ho

"My good man, you name is?" "Jake Larson," Jake shook his hand. "Since you too know so much. Tell me then, about the Prince of Paris-" "Oh, don't speak about that bloddy idiot, Mate." Mike Toir sneered before gulping down on some wine. "That fella Dominic is against everything we do in Andorra. What does a fella from Paris know about the games. He poisoned the Queen Mother against us and took our date for his wedding. My question is, who the bloody hell will attend his wedding?"

"An old friend? Do I know this person?" "No, not really..." Dominic sighed. .... "Adelynn, meet Giovanni Montero, the man I told you about. This is his wife, Thea. Giovanni, Thea, meet my wife, Adelynn" Dominic said and Giovanni smiled, exchanging handshakes with a surprised Adelynn. Everything about Giovanni screamed danger. Right from the tattoo crawling up the side of his exposed neck, the silver piercings, the glint in his green eyes, his devilish smile and his dark clothes.

“Looking sharp as always, Sophia.” Then arrived Kai Lennox, the hedge fund king—blond, athletic, with piercing blue eyes and a body honed by daily boxing sessions. He gave her a slow, appreciative once-over that made her stomach flutter before he dropped into the seat across from Rafe. Finally, the leader of the pack: Dominic “Dom” Sterling. Towering, broad-shouldered, with silver threading his black hair despite being only thirty-eight. His presence filled the cabin as he shook her hand firmly. “Sophia. Good to have you with us again. Long flight to Monaco tonight. Make yourself comfortable when you can.”

Dominique tried to follow suit, my eyes raking over his back, lips pulled into a smile, “Aren't you forgetting something, Dom?” He stopped at the door, then turned his head to me, his eyes furrowed in confusion, “What?” I pinned him with the ‘are you sure?’ look, but his face still held that confusion; it seemed our meeting had erased the bet from his mind. “Have you forgotten our bet?” I reminded him. He paused at the door, glowered at me before he grumbled and walked back into my office. “Really, man, you knew I was joking.” I heard Sara and his dad laughing at his temper tantrums. When Dominique is not Dominique, the leader of the seven guardians of the werewolf kingdom, he's sure a big-a

“You don’t get to make those decisions anymore. Not after what happened with Sophia.” Alex turned slowly, his voice low. “You spying on me now?” Dominic didn’t flinch. “I’m trying to protect this family. While you’re out chasing skirts and ghosts, our enemies are watching. Waiting.” “She’s not what you think.” “Then what is she, Alex?” Dominic’s voice rose. “She lied about knowing Carlo. Lied about her past. She’s connected to someone in Russo territory. You can’t see it because you’re too far gone.”

He stood tall, with a lean but muscular build that spoke of confidence and power. His chiseled jawline, brown hair, and intense brown eyes were striking enough to make anyone look twice. And judging by the way Amelia was looking at him, she wasn’t immune to his appeal either. “That’s Damian,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and caution. “Dominique’s older brother. The second son of the Blackwoods.” I stared at him, trying to reconcile the image in front of me with the warnings I had been given. Damian was notoriously known as a womanizer, a predator in his own right, who treated women as nothing more than objects for his amusement.

He has no idea the trap is already sprung. Dominic is already on his way down the corridor, following Aurel discreetly to see how much the compound works. He’s a dominant Alpha, heavy-handed and completely ruthless. If Aurel breaks down in that locker room, Dominic will be the first one through the door to witness the mess. He can even have a little fun with him since he loves a tight grip. If Laurentis turns out to be a fraud, he won't have the strength to fight back against a real Alpha's weight anyway.

Dominican sounded reprimanding Paige for being late but his calm tone betrayed himself. If there was one person who favored Paige so much for her splendid talents, that would be Chief Dominican. Contradicting his large built and physique, he was quite a soft man when it comes to Paige. They may not be directly related, Dominican still thought of her as his daughter, supporting her on every path she take.

“I just got here a week ago. And the devil's servant followed me.” “If you put it that way. What are you up to?” I asked. Diego smirked and leaned back. “Having a blast, as you can see until you ruined it. Hang in, you're not here for a vacation, are you?” “No,” I answered. “I need your help. I think Dominic’s been captured.” That got his attention. He sat up straight, the amusement draining from his face. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I think someone inside got to him. I haven't been able to contact anyone since I woke up.”