Chapter23
Dominic’s penthouse office was cloaked in half-light, the city glittering below like broken glass. He stood with his back to the windows, hands braced on the desk, jaw tense. His wolf was restless tonight pacing beneath his skin, whispering in snarls and fragments. Something was wrong. He’d been trying to focus on the reports from the eastern packs small attacks, vampire sightings but his senses kept pulling him elsewhere. Toward her. His bond with Serena was usually quiet a distant echo, a tether forged by fate and contract. But tonight, it sparked and burned, images bleeding through in flickers. Her skin. Her lips. The rush of her heartbeat. Not his heartbeat. A growl rumbled low in his throat as he gripped the desk harder. His power surged, involuntarily triggering the ancient mag
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