How Does Doma Die 소설 & 이야기

I rasp, watching the slaughter unfold. It isn't a fight. It's an execution. Dom moves with terrifying precision. Each swipe of his claws strips fur and flesh. Each snap of his jaws breaks bone. Thomas tries to flee, but Dom catches his hind leg and wrenches—the pop of the hip joint dislocating makes even the battle-hardened warriors flinch. When Thomas collapses, whimpering, Dom plants a massive paw on his throat and leans down. I see the intent in his quivering haunches—the killing bite.

Domenico spit before plunging the blade into Roman’s chest. Roman sputtered, his eyes wide, a silent scream that became shrill when the blade entered him again. Domenico sank the knife into Roman’s chest again and again in escalating fury. All Roman’s fight died down, his head lolling with each plunge, eyes unfocused. He was dead. Domenico’s mania subsided, and he dropped the blade to the ground as he stood. He turned to me, and I gasped at the blood covering him.

However, his thrill waned to the disheartening sight of her sulking form. As he reflects on that day, Damon realizes that he hadn't discerned the mate's smell on her, a crucial detail occurring before the assassination. A frown etched across his face as he briefly contemplates his newfound realization. He acknowledges that he was too consumed by arousal at the time to fully grasp the situation, and now the weight of this understanding gradually becomes a bothersome presence in his mind. Sipping from his glass, Alpha Damon decides to confront the discomfort that lingers. “What actually happened? Did she lose the mate smell on her before or after the assassination?” He ponders as he scrutinize

"And try not to die again. It's bad for my health." I let out a watery laugh. "I'll do my best." And then he was gone. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the door, feeling the warmth of his presence lingering even in his absence. I wasn't alone. No matter what happened next, I had people who cared. Who fought for me. And I would fight for them too. **** Damon's POV I stood outside the war room, staring at the reports in my hands. The more I went over them, the crazier it drove me. Patrol logs, security breaches, witness statements - it was all starting to align, forming a picture I didn't like.

Sighing in relief, Dom shouted as loudly as his broken self would allow him, to get his father's attention, "DAD!" The dragon turned and noticed Dom. Just as Elijah carried Dom and started flying towards the setting sun, both of them noticed the She-beast who had played a major role in Dom and Iris' rescue, not being able to continue anymore due to all the ammo in her, fell right into the ocean surrounding the island, straight into the coral reefs that soon colored the water red with blood. The she-monster was no more and Dom felt a tear from his eye quietly drop into the ocean they were flying above.

” Dom said as he button up his suit jacket turning to leave. “Wait, Dom I may need your help if you want me to get my son mated to your daughter quickly. My son went to find his other half mate so he could reject her, but I need a plan B if my son doesn't reject her. Can I count on you for help if he find her and she's not dead?” Ameliah asked, grabbing the man's arm stopping him from walking out. Dom looked down at her hand and Ameliah snatched her hand away from the big thick arms. “If what you told me of the situation and what happened, I highly doubt the human girl is alive after the building collapsed. But if by some miracle that the human made it and she isn't some vegetable. She will

Dom exclaimed excitedly, his voice was loud, though, tight with worry. I groaned as I tried to shift my body away a bit, "How long have I been out?" I rasped, my voice was barely above a whisper. Dom exhaled slowly, hesitated for a minute, then he said, "It's been three days, boss." His voice was heavy with concern. I blinked sharply, "What?" I snapped. “Three days?” I gasped. Dom swallowed hard, "You died actually. The doctor brought you back and they had to look for a blood donor, because the cocaine drained the life out of you." Dom explained.

I throw up the contents of my entire breakfast, hunched over as bright red droplets of my blood begin to mix in. The door bursts open, brutally hitting the wall with force. My head throbs in excruciating pain and I can barley keep my balance when a warm hand touches my shoulder. I freeze in place, praying it's not Zull somehow come back to life, but I know that touch and the relief I feel is overwhelming. I let myself stumble to the floor, exhausted and disoriented. "You did it, my love. You killed the demon." Dominic says in a whisper. I manage to look up and his expression changes.

My baby… no, I couldn’t let this happen. Just as the needle was about to pierce my skin, the sound of a door slamming open reverberated through the room. “Drop everything right now!” Dominic’s voice thundered, sharp and commanding. My head snapped toward the door, and relief washed over me as I saw Dominic storm in with his men, their guns raised and aimed. Joanna froze, her face draining of color. “Dominic…” she breathed, her confidence faltering. “Step away from her,” Dominic growled, his eyes blazing with fury. He didn’t wait for a response. In one swift motion, he raised his gun and fired a shot. The doctor crumpled to the ground, his syringe clattering out of his hand.