The King Who Came For Her
1125 Words
Dominic’s POV
I arrived at Shadow Pack unannounced, but not without purpose. The moment my tires crunched against the gravel, the pull in my chest tightened, sharp and undeniable. She was here. Somewhere within these borders. I could feel it in my bones, in my blood, in the restless snarl of my wolf pacing beneath my skin.
As I stepped out of my SUV, silence rippled outward. Pack members froze mid-motion. Guards straightened instantly, shock flashing across their faces before they dropped to one knee. Their gasps followed a heartbeat later, spreading like wildfire.
Of course no one expected me here. Not today. Not ever.
“Rise,” I ordered, my voice calm but carrying unquestionable authority. I didn’t slow my stride as I headed toward the Pack house.
“The Lycan King is here,” someone whispered, awe and fear tangled together.
They didn’t ask why. No one ever did.
An elderly wolf hurried forward, bowing deeply. Age lined his face, but his spine remained strong. “Welcome to Shadow Pack, Your Majesty. It is an honor beyond words to host you.”
He gestured politely. “If you permit me, I can escort you to see our Alpha.”
“Let’s go,” I said, already moving.
We cut through the corridors quickly, my guards flanking me as the air thickened with curiosity and tension. Every step closer sharpened the pull. Stronger. More insistent. My wolf pressed forward, snarling impatiently.
The Elder reached the office door first and slipped inside, likely to warn Cyrus of my arrival.
“My Alpha, His Majesty is—”
I didn’t wait.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Your Majesty?” Cyrus rose instantly, bowing low. Shock flickered across his face before he masked it with respect. “Welcome to our humble pack.”
“Humble,” I echoed flatly, scanning the room.
Cyrus straightened, visibly unsettled. “Is there anything I may offer you, Your Majesty? Coffee, tea—”
I waved him off.
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with questions he dared not ask. His fingers twitched at his side, his gaze flickering toward my guards and back to me.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “It is truly an honor to have you here, Your Majesty. If I may ask… how can Shadow Pack serve you?”
“I’m looking for a lady,” I said.
Even to my own ears, it sounded vague. Inadequate. But it was the truth. I knew nothing else that mattered.
“A lady?” Cyrus repeated carefully. “Can you describe her?”
I did. Slowly and precisely. The curve of her lips, the fire in her eyes, the softness that hid a stubborn strength, the scent I would recognize anywhere. Each word tightened my chest further.
When I finished, the Alpha frowned. “We have several women who could fit that description. Shall I bring them?”
I nodded once. “Bring the closest matches. I’ll know.”
One by one, they were ushered in. Some walked confidently, others with heads bowed. Hope flickered in their eyes when they looked at me. Fear followed just as quickly. I examined each face, each scent, each presence.
None of them were her.
My wolf growled, restless and frustrated. Wrong….Wrong…Wrong.
Minutes dragged, stretching thin. With every shake of my head, the pull in my chest grew sharper, angrier.
“She’s not here,” I said at last.
But even as the words left my mouth, my body tensed. The pull yanked hard, almost painful. My breath hitched.
Without another word, I turned and walked out.
“Your Majesty?” Cyrus hurried after me. “Should I bring others? Is something wrong?”
I didn’t answer, but then I heard a scream.
“Stop! Please! Someone help me!”
The sound sliced through me like a blade. My wolf surged forward with a roar. The air shifted, heavy with fear… and blood.
I ran as fast as my feet could take me.
The world narrowed as instinct took over. The scent hit me fully now—her scent carried a familiar panic in a way that shattered something deep inside my chest.
I came to a stop
She was kneeling on the ground, her shoulders trembling, her hair disheveled. Blood streamed down her skin. Standing over her was another woman, eyes wild with rage, her hand raised again.
I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate.
My anger exploded.
“How dare you lay your hands on her?” I growled, my voice vibrating with lethal promise.
The courtyard froze.
The woman spun toward me, her face draining of color as she recognized who stood before her. Her hand fell limply to her side.
“Your… Your Majesty,” she stammered.
I didn’t look at her again.
My eyes were locked on the girl kneeling in the dirt. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps. When she lifted her head, our gazes collided.
The world stopped spinning and there it was.
The pull snapped tight, sealing something ancient and irreversible.
Mate.
I crossed the distance in two strides and crouched in front of her, my presence blocking the world. My hands clenched at my sides, forcing myself not to touch her yet, not to frighten her further.
“Who did this to you?” I asked softly, though my voice still carried the edge of a storm.
She stared at me like I was unreal. Like she didn’t trust her eyes.
Before she could answer, the woman fell to her knees. “Your Majesty, please—I was only—”
“Silence,” I snapped.
The word cracked like thunder and she flinched.
I rose slowly, power rolling off me unchecked. “You will answer to your Alpha. And if she bears another mark by your hand, you will answer to me.”
She bowed until her forehead hit the ground.
I turned back to my mate.
Yes. Mine. There was no denying it now.
I knelt again, lowering myself to her level. “Can you stand?”
She hesitated, then nodded faintly. Her legs shook when she tried. Instinct roared. I caught her instantly, lifting her into my arms.
She gasped softly but didn’t fight me.
The moment she settled against my chest, something inside me locked into place.
Mine.
I straightened and looked at Cyrus, whose face had gone pale with realization.
“She’s coming with me,” I said, leaving no room for argument.
Cyrus swallowed hard and bowed. “As you command, Your Majesty.”
I didn’t look back as I carried her away.
I had found her.
And anyone who dared hurt her again would learn exactly why I ruled them all.
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