Upon getting home, my immediate instinct kicked in – I went on full lock-down, casting an invisible shield around my home. No one could find me or Mathew, and breaking in became impossible.
But reality slapped me – Alpha Dominic, my pursuer, my mate who had rejected me, had found me. The tension built up as I paced back and forth, clueless about my next move.
My thoughts inevitably circled back to Alpha Dominic, and the undeniable truth hit me – Alpha Dominic was still as handsome as ever.
There was this magnetic pull I couldn’t ignore, yet I hadn’t caved into the alluring temptations. Now, faced with the prospect of a future encounter, resisting that connection seemed like an uphill battle.
How on earth would I navigate this if, or more likely when, we crossed paths again? The questio
