Dominic’s POV
The walls felt like they were closing in, squeezing the breath out of me. All I could hear in my head were Elora’s words, haunting me like some ghost. The promises that fire in her eyes when she barked Dante’s name, as if daring me to remember he was supposed to be the Alpha. Her accusations stuck harder than anything.
I needed out.
So I shoved the door open, I didn’t care how loud it slammed, and walked into the hallway, boots echoing. The guards straightened. I didn’t even glance at them. My wolf wouldn’t let me. He was pacing and growling, ready to tear someone up, and that echoing silence in the palace made everything twice as loud in my head.
Thought about punching it out. I tried to talk myself down, head out to the training grounds, crack some knuckles, sweat this
