Chapter 32: Dominic's Regret
(Dominic's POV)
Lucas leaned back in the council chamber’s plush chair, balancing the glass of amber liquid in his hand.
"Mark my words, Alpha," he said, his smirk as sharp as ever. "She’ll come crawling back. A week, maybe two. She’s not made for that world with the Eastern Alpha. She’ll figure it out soon enough."
I clenched my jaw, keeping my face blank. Inside, I seethed. His words grated against me like nails scraping on stone. I hated how easily he spoke about her, how little he cared about the thoughts pounding in my head.
Not that I showed it. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the wall lamps. Lucas waited for my reaction, but I didn’t give him one.
It was Liam, standing tall near the chamber door, who finally broke the quiet. "
