The Alpha's Rejected Mate
I felt my heart soften at the sight—the great Alpha of the Drogomor Pack, humbled in tears and pain.
“He was poisoned, Elena. He was poisoned and killed by… by…” he said as he burst into tears.
I opened my arms to hug Dominic in pity, his head resting on my shoulder, already knowing who he was about to say.
“I was so sorry. I was so sorry, Dominic,” I whispered softly in his ear.
“It was okay,” he answered, pulling away and wiping his tears. “It was okay.”
“Let’s go to a witch,” Dominic said shortly. “I knew of a witch Alpha that could help us check why your wolf vanished. According to her, she was your childhood friend, and she recognized your scent in my office.”