Mira’s POV
How dare he?
Those words Dominic hurled at me. The audacity just keeps swirling in my head, loud as hell. I can still hear his voice, all icy and sharp, slicing right through me. I mean, come on, I expected him to be pissed, maybe toss out a warning or two. But scold me? Like I’m some unruly kid or, worse, a maid who dropped a tray? Spare me.
My chest tightened up, I would say it burned, like every rib was packed with hot coals. Dominic, of all people. He was supposed to be mine. My Alpha, my constant, even back when he was stuck with Elora. I always figured his heart would come right back to me in the end. It’s what he did, taking care of me, choosing me in front of Elora, letting me believe I still mattered. Didn’t I?
And now? Now he looked at me like I was the damn issue.
