“I already get a sense, Simona, you are a very private person. You share only so much with people, and I’d say not many people know the real you. Even your best friends.” I get a small press of his hands against my skin, and I know it’s his reminder of how much I shared with him and his promise to keep my secrets safe. “Until we know more of Brody’s real motivations, including why he was at that hospital, telling your friends you have a stalker keeps them safe and allows you more freedom to hide.”
“You don’t think I should tell them it’s Brody?”
“Would you? Particularly when he has already made verbal threats against people and things you hold dear. He told you on several occasions he’d burn or destroy what makes you happy. He’s burnt your pet rock; he trashed your bedroom after finding you had hidden things from him.”
Dominic is right though. I wouldn’t tell my Scorned Girls because if they knew what Brody had done, and what he was capable of, they’d go after him. If they saw him at Unity, or out on the street they would likely attack him without provocation. Brody is too dangerous, too vindictive to forgive something like that. I would be dragged home and never heard from again. If that wasn’t bad enough, I have no doubt Brody would return when the girls least expected it and torment them until they broke.
Telling them I have a stalker would make them aware of a dangerous situation. Keeping the stalker as an ‘unknown’ threat would also mean they would handle the whole situation differently. In any situation regarding a stalker, they would run and hide instead of stay and fight.
“I know Hendrix spoke to you a while ago about guards watching you. That has now become a non-negotiable. If Brody is aware you have a pack of Alphas intent on packing you, we risk inciting his volatility to dangerous levels. Until we know his motivation and have everything we need lined up, pretending you don’t have a pack of Alphas ready to defend and/or save you in any situation gives us an edge. You should know.”
I twist around to look at him. It seems I need a lot of verbal reassurance these days. “Know what?”
“We will be dealing with this little cunt while we will be courting the absolute shit out of you.”
“How?”
“Nice of you to ask. It’s rather simple, Amore Mio, we will all be having a salacious affair with you individually, but also as a pack. Make no mistake about our interest in making you our Omega, packing you, biting your body with our claims, asking you to take our name.”
I blaze under the determination in his calculating gaze, it warms me as much as his hands on my body do.
He might share the same colour eyes as Brody, but they are nothing the same. Nothing at all. Dominic’s eyes are like smouldering pots of melting chocolate—decadent and full of wicked promise.
I turn until I am straddling his lap, my knees pressed against the back of his chair, caging him in. And then I do what I’ve wanted to do since I first rubbed my face on that god-awful scratchy blanket: I cup his face and kiss him.
Kissing Dominic feels like free fall, leaving me unsure of what is up or down. All I know is how right it feels just being with him.
Each time I tease his tongue with mine, I ache. He takes control of our kiss, and we go from smouldering to scorching under his practised seduction.
“Open,” he demands, his lips barely moving, but I know he’s happy. I can see joy in his eyes and scent his arousal.
He keeps his eyes open, watching to see what I like and what I love.
He drags my bottom lip through his teeth. I jump in sheer surprise at how wickedly good it feels. His love bite hurts because I startle. His bite clamps harder and my teeth latch down. Right on the tip of his tongue, nipping sharply.
Dominic makes the most salacious rumbling sounds of pleasure and desire as the faint taste of copper mixes in with our desperation.
It’s like finding the key to a lock—something clicks open inside me… relief and freedom floods through all the empty, lonely spaces.
And everything twists.
It’s nothing mysterious, just holy fucking momentous.
One drop of blood exchanged between us, just one, and Dominic becomes my Alpha and I become his Omega.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
DOMINIC
Wehappen in slow motion. I can’t look away from her hauntingly beautiful eyes, currently rippling in delighted shock. Nor can I shield her from my remorse at taking away her choice on whether we would pack.
Simona won’t let me.
“Mine,” she growls aggressively against my mouth.
She is not wrong though. She is mine, and I am hers.
