Dominico’s POV:
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver light over the grounds as I stood in the shadows of my office. Midnight had come and gone, yet I hadn’t moved from my desk. Papers and ledgers were scattered in front of me, the low glow from the desk lamp illuminating numbers and figures I couldn’t even begin to focus on. The truth was, I wasn’t working. I was stalling.
I leaned back in my chair, staring at the dark wood beams of the ceiling. Being the strongest Alpha in the pack also meant my senses were the sharpest.
I could hear the guards patrolling the grounds below, their hushed voices carrying through the uninsulated glass windows.
“…she’s still unclaimed…”
“Omega hasn’t been marked yet…”
“Have you seen her yet?....I heard she looks like an angel….”
The wor
