Chapter 10
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Chapter 10
Dominic's POV
"Wait up", Morgana screeched, attempting to jog quickly to my side with her ridiculously high heels.
I was honestly impressed she hadn't sprained an ankle just yet. Either way, it was very spot on accurate to assume I was not in the best of moods. No. I was royally pissed or more like my brain was a scrambled mess.
That was the effect of setting my eyes on Clara after so many years. She looked as ravishing as ever, except her eyes had lost their usual spark. Regardless, she was still my Clara.
Morgana reached my side after a few struggling minutes, looping her arm in mine. I took a deep breath, attempting to tamp down my growing anger. Yet, the little action did nothing to console me, if anything, it only made it worse by causing Morgana's scent to invade my nostrils.
I almost choked at the ridiculously excess amount of perfume she doused herself in.
"Can't you walk by yourself? I'm not a f*****g stick."
So much for keeping my anger at bay.
"Don't be silly. We're a couple."
I had learnt that being a 'couple' was equivalent to being plastered to each other in public. It was nauseating.
I threw a quick glance behind us, noting the empty hall. It was enough for me to push her away from me.
"There's no one here. You can drop the act."
"Dominic!", she sounded almost hurt. If I didn't know Morgana, I would genuinely believe I'd hurt her.
But, this is the manipulative b***h I got married to. It was inevitable to know just the extent of damage she's capable of, and look innocent while doing it.
"I don't have the energy to deal with...", I threw my hands in the air. "...this!!"
"I'm your wife and Luna. You can't just decide to shut me out.
"I can and I will", I glared. "Get the f**k out of my room."
She waited for an excruciating few seconds before stomping out, ensuring to slam the door loudly just to prove a stupid point. The moment she was gone, I found it easier to breathe.
Slumping tiredly against the nearest chair, I loosened my tie, leaning back and sighing. The quiet was cataclysm at its best.
My thoughts were jumbled but one person stood out. Clara. Our very brief, very cold encounter. And, of course, her new boy toy.
Maxwell Hunter. Narcissistic little asshole and unfortunately, my arch nemesis. Somehow, just the thought of her moving on from me made me uneasy. I hated how close they seemed, how he held a hand on the small of her back as though taunting me, marking his territory.
I fisted my fingers.
Then the child. The little boy. There was a feeling stirred in me, just by watching him. His eyes were bright blue, the same sharp jawline as mine. I could be reading too much into this, maybe there wasn't anything to even read into.
Somehow, I still felt like I was missing something quite major.
Just as my thoughts slowly began running a bit off the handle, someone barged into the room. I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath.
There was simply no one who was audacious enough to disrespectfully step into the Alpha's room, except Luna or my best friend, the Beta. I deeply hoped that it was the latter.
"Hey man", Kevin's voice boomed across the room as he strode to my side.
My eyes snapped open at his voice.
"You betrayer", I groaned, sitting up.
Kevin seemed to find a semblance of amusement at my words as he hurt out laughing.
"I told you, I needed to represent the Silver Fang pack in place of you."
"We could've postponed the meeting. We are, after all, the most powerful pack."
Kevin rolls his eyes, basically waving a hand to make me adjust. He plopped down next to me.
"You seriously need to stop doing that. You'll scare off the rest of the packs seeking an alliance with us."
I stood, walking over to the makeshift bar tucked at the corner of the ridiculously large room. Pouring two glasses of whiskey and an ice cube, I offered one to Kevin. He gratefully grabbed it, taking a large sip.
"You are aware that they are not looking for an alliance, right?"
Kevin hid an answer under another sip.
"They just want to get close enough to assess our weaknesses. They're not worth it."
"Still doesn't hurt to give it a try", he shrugs, winking. Snapping his fingers, he turned to me. "How did it go?"
"What?"
"The little...gathering."
I winced, the bad memories flooding in.
"That bad?", he smirked, accessing my reaction.
"Absolutely terrible. Not to mention the fact that Morgana wouldn't stop blabbering in my ear", I rubbed my temple, feeling a headache coming on.
If there was anyone I could be a hundred percent transparent with, it was Kevin.
Kevin, on the other hand, seemed to derive a source of amusement from my story. His eyes shining with mirth.
"She is your Luna."
"With a brain the size of a helium filled hot air balloon."
He snorted, covering it up with a short cough. "That's...something."
"You must be used to Luna's theatrics by now. It's been years", he shrugged. "Now, what's really bothering you?", his look was a knowing one.
This was why Kevin and I were such good friends.
"I saw her."
He looked genuinely confused. "Who?"
"Clara."
I didn't have to say anything anymore. Kevin understood.
"That's..."
"Shocking? Yes."
"I'm so sorry, man. I should've searched thoroughly in the guest list. I'm certain her name wasn't..."
"You wouldn't have found her name in the guest list. She's the f*****g host."
"Well, shit."
's**t' is right. Clara and I have a very ugly past, one that she'd blame me for or even hate me. I caused her great pain and it is still a shock that she could look me in the face.
"We wanted to collaborate with that company. This is worth millions."
"I know that."
If Clara uses this opportunity to spite me, the pack might just suffer one of the greatest financial blows we've ever experienced.
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