Chapter 71
Laura felt the sharp edge of Preston’s disdain slicing through the air as his voice turned cold with contempt whenever Dominic’s name passed his lips. The bittemess in Preston’s tone stung, casting a shadow over her already fragile composure. Though a surge of fierce loyalty flared within her at the slightest insult to Dominic, she kept her defiance locked away. She dared not confront Preston directly; her survival depended on a careful dance of submission and silence. Reason whispered that challenging the Alpha’s judgment would be a perilous gamble, one she could ill afford.
But Preston didn’t care what she thought or felt. In his eyes, Laura was nothing but a foolish woman, blinded by infatuation with a man who didn’t deserve her. More than that, she was selfish, petty, and venomous–a sickness he wanted no part of. The revulsion simmering beneath his calm exterior was almost palpable,
Without wasting another word on her, Preston lifted his chin in a subtle command. Lorenzo understood instantly and stepped forward, grasping Laura firmly by the arm.
“Where are you taking me?” Laura’s voice quivered with dread. A cold fear gripped her heart, terrorizing her with the unknown horrors that might await.
“Silence, Preston snapped.
Before she could protest, Lorenzo roughly stuffed a gag into her mouth, muffling her cries. The rough cloth stung against her lips, sealing away her panic. Then, without ceremony, they bundled her into the waiting car. Engines roared to life, and the convoy surged forward, vanishing into the shadows.
Far from the turmoil, Dominic sipped his coffee in the quiet serenity of his villa nestled on the western edge of Gabbs. The morning sun filtered softly through the courtyard, promising a calm day as he prepared to visit the Night Fall Pack for routine business.
His peaceful moment shattered when the pack guard’s urgent mental whisper reached him. Several black cars had pulled up outside the villa. Their scent was unfamiliar–foreign, and definitely not from the Night Fall Pack.
Preston stood firm at the gate, his
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eguard with cold authority. “Tell Dominic
that Preston of the Dark Spike Pack is here–with a gift”
The guard, well acquainted with the name and reputation of Dark Spike’s Alpha, relayed the message immediately to Dominic’s mind.
Dominic, who had been lounging lazily, sat up straight, his eyes harrowing sharply. A sly smile crept to his lips. “Invite Alpha Preston inside.”
Soon after, Preston strode into the villa flanked by Lorenzo and his entourage.
“Alpha Preston, what an unexpected honor,” Dominic greeted smoothly, the mocking edge in his tone unmistakable. “I hear your villa’s the grander estate these days.”
g to invite me in or not?”
Preston’s lip curled in a disdainful sneer. “Alpha Dominic, are you going
“Of course,” Dominic said with practiced ease, opening the door wide. “Come in.”
Preston crossed the threshold without hesitation, dropping onto the sofa with casual dominance while Dominic moved toward the bar. “Want a drink?”
Preston’s eyes were sharp and unblinking. “Do you know this woman?”
Without warning, Laura was unceremoniously dumped at Dominic’s feet. Her eyes flicked upward to meet Dominic’s deep gaze, igniting a blush that blossomed across her cheeks. Despite her humiliating position, she clung to a fragile hope, a flicker of excitement sparking inside her.
She struggled to mask her nerves behind a veil of innocence and fragility, whispering softly, “Mr. Foster.”
Dominic set down the bottle, a slow smile spreading across his face, warming his otherwise guarded expression. Laura’s heart hammered–he remembered her.
“Mr. Hill, who is she?” Dominic asked, the question cutting through the tension like a knife.
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Laura’s skin prickled as she thought she’d misheard. The cold finality in Dominic’s words sent a chill racing through her
veins.
Preston crossed one long leg over the other, settling elegantly into the sofa as he fixed Dominic with a pointed look. “This young lady here claims to like you. A sweet, innocent girl hopelessly in love. As your lifelong friend from Gabbs, I took it upon myself to bring her to you–wouldn’t want you to miss out on true love.”
If Preston’s intention was to needle Dominic, he succeeded.
Dominic’s mind recoiled at the notion of “true love” associated with such an ordinary woman,
“True love?” Dominic scoffed inwardly. Who, her?
Laura’s lips quivered at the harshness in his voice, stunned by his cruel dismissal.
“Fine, she’s here now,” Preston snapped, finger flicking sharply. “You and I have unfinished business.” He turned to Lorenzo. “Fill the biggest bucket in Dominic’s villa with water. Bring it here.”
Offended, Dominic sprang to his feet. “Wait! This is my home. Who gave you permission to touch my things?”
Preston toyed with his fingers, unhurried. He met Dominic’s glare with an unsettling calm, then snapped, “It is your home. But Georgia–Georgia is mine. Who gave you the right to use her as you please?”
The mention of Georgia stirred something fierce and volatile in the room.
Laura, still reeling from Dominic’s harsh words about her, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure pressing down on her
chest.
She looked up in horror. Preston’s Alpha aura, dark and intoxicating, pulsed outwards, filling the room with raw, primal
power.
Dominic’s wolf stirred restlessly, claws scratching at the edges of control, the urge to shift rising like a tide threatening to break.
But when Preston named Georgia, Dominic’s wildness abruptly stilled. His gaze locked on Preston, steady and searching.
“So, you came because of Georgia?” Dominic asked cautiously.
Preston’s smile was tight, mechanical. “Yes… and no.”
He lifted his chin, gesturing toward Laura. “Why you despise this woman isn’t my concern. I don’t care if you want to punish her or kill her. But Dominic–don’t you worry about loose ends?”
Preston’s tone was flat, sharp with accusation. Dominic’s brow furrowed in confusion. What does Laura have to do with any of this?
“Titus,” Preston said coldly, the name hanging like a warning.
He pointed again at Laura. “You get it now?”
Preston’s words were direct, no room for misinterpretation. Dominic understood immediately–there were no secrets here.
Yet a knot twisted in his gut as he struggled to piece it all together. ‘What happened? How is Laura connected to Preston?”
