Chapter 41: Unity
(Aria's POV)
The heavy oak door slammed behind Dominic, shaking moonstone carvings scattered across his private den. His Alpha scent lingered, thick with fury and warning. I stared at the empty room, my fists curling tightly at my sides.
His anger weighed heavily on me, his accusations replaying relentlessly in my mind. The possessiveness in his golden eyes, the way his wolf surged for control—it drowned me, leaving me breathless.
I sat down on his bed, the silk covers cool under my hands. My body ached, sore from shouldering too much. Between navigating Alexander's drunken meltdown and Dominic's seething jealousy, I felt drained.
My fingers brushed over the sheets, slowly tracing the creases left by his weight. His scent was still fresh—earthy, raw, and undenia
