Dominic’s POV
The knock on my office door wasn’t loud.
It was quite sharp and steady.
But it still jolted through me like a pulse of static.
I looked up from the file I’d been staring at for ten straight minutes without reading a word. My jaw ached from clenching.
My wolf had been pacing inside me since the incident earlier today—since the moment I saw her, standing in the men’s restroom, scrubbing the damn floor like the world owed her nothing.
Like I wasn’t standing right there watching her with every part of me screaming, Mate.
And yet—she denied it.
Flat-out rejected the bond.
Rejected me.
Again.
Another knock.
I didn’t answer immediately. Instead, I let the tension drag a few seconds longer than necessary.
When I finally called out, “Come in,” my voice was sharper than I
