Dominic POV
She didn’t throw up in my car.
Thank the Moon.
She came close—too close—her body betraying how fragile she really was beneath all that stubborn strength. Watching her struggle just to keep herself upright made something cold settle in my chest.
What the hell was I thinking?
Letting her drink. Letting myself believe it would loosen her pain instead of magnifying it. I’d gambled with her well-being, and worse, I hadn’t even realized I was doing it.
I stood there, mentally tearing myself apart, when my Beta’s mate came down the stairs after helping Thumper into bed. She gave me a look—not accusing, not kind either. Just knowing.
“She’s asleep,” she said quietly. “And she’s exhausted in a way sleep won’t fix.”
I nodded once.
In the state she’d been in, I wouldn’t have allo
