Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
Dominic's POV
"f**k", I grunted, throwing punch after powerful punch to the bag.
Kevin watched me quietly from a corner of the gym, a knowing expression on his face. Yet, I didn't do everything possible to ignore his look. After a while, I finally dialled down my anger by a notch, turning to him.
"Spill."
Kevin's eyes widened innocently. "I have no f*****g idea what you're talking about."
"You clearly want to say something and my refusal wouldn't stop you. You might as well say it", I strolled to where my bag was, grabbing a water bottle, uncapping it and gulping every single drop in a span of a few seconds.
"Care to tell me why you're angry?", Kevin asked.
Just as I made a move to lie to myself and him that I wasn't upset, he raised a finger, stopping me.
"No. Let's start with something relatively easier to answer", he paused. "Why on earth are we in a gym at eleven pm?"
"I told you to stay back."
Kevin rolled his eyes, hopping down from the spot he was perched on. "No. I'm sure you basically barged into my room, rummaged through stuff in a very noisy way just to wake me up, then went ahead to tell me you were going to the gym alone."
I raised a brow, shrugging. "So?"
"I'm your Beta. I don't have much of a choice than to follow you."
"Whatever."
"Now, remind me why we are punching a bag?"
"I just needed to burn off some heat."
He stared at me for a few long seconds. "Does this have something to do with the dinner Morgana basically forced you to?"
My silence was enough for him to piece together and answer. "Interesting."
"There's nothing interesting about it", I grunted.
"Well, one thing is for sure. Morgana definitely didn't put you in this state."
"You can't be sure of that."
"I'm pretty positive bro."
"Fine", I reluctantly agreed. "We...met Clara there with her...with Maxwell."
"Hold on", Kevin seemed more amused than surprised. "You mean, Maxwell Hunter?"
"Damn right."
Kevin hid his laughter. "That's crazy."
"What's worse? We were forced to sit with them."
"Hmm", Kevin looked thoughtfully at me. "It's been years, Dominic. You still haven't gotten over..."
"I'm trying", I grunted out, testing the weights of the barbell. "It's not really easy to just...push aside the feelings you have for someone."
Kevin groaned, running a hand down his face. "I don't know how to say this..."
"f*****g say it."
"When you decided to cut Clara off, you automatically had no right to worry about her or even feel the slightest bit possessive over her."
"It's not that easy."
"You're only torturing her and yourself. You should pull back the project, cut off all ties. It'd do you some good."
Somehow, that advice churned at the pit of my stomach. I couldn't conceive the thought of staying away from Clara. Yes, I somehow survived four years without seeing her or knowing how she was faring. But there was not a day that passed by without me thinking about her.
That was the one thing that kept me sane.
"I can't do that."
"Why?", Kevin was growing increasingly frustrated.
I tried to come up with a logical reason. "We will lose millions. It's in the contract."
"That's what you're worried about?"
"You told me yourself that we needed this project. The pack can't take such a huge financial blow. It'd take us a few considerable steps backwards."
"Well, now I'm telling you to run the hell away from Clara, her company and everything to do with her", he frowned. "Dominic!!"
"I'm in love with her, okay?"
We stared at each other for a few seconds. "Don't be stupid."
"It has been years but I still love her. Heck, I haven't even consummated my marriage with Morgana because I can't get rid of the image of Clara, of when she was mine."
"She belongs to someone else now."
"I don't care", I shook my head. "I'll watch from a distance if possible. I just can't stop."
"This could end in a million ways, none of which are favourable. Besides, Clara must hate you so deeply. If you think she'd run back to you like some brainwashed princess, then you're living in a fool's dream."
No matter the very logical scenarios Kevin tried to build in my head, I still found myself hopelessly pining over Clara. I hate that I had to show up in her life, I hate how she looks at me, I hate having to open fresh wounds simply by being in her presence.
Yet, I feel like my feet are glued to the floor, like I can't move.
"You should go to bed. We have an early day tomorrow."
"Listen to me, man."
"That's enough!!"
Kevin finally kept silent, seeming to get the memo.
"Fine. I'll leave but think about what I said. You're a logical and calculated person, that's why you are the Alpha of Silver Fangs pack. You shouldn't endanger your people or neglect them because you're chasing after a...", he paused before sighing. "I'll see you tomorrow."
I watched Kevin walk off, his strides quick and confident. No matter how I try to ignore it, there was not a single word uttered by Kevin that didn't make any sense. He was spot on.
Except, I wasn't thinking clearly. My judgement is clouded by the thoughts of Clara. I wonder if this was a punishment or a blessing.
My phone's shrill ringing pulled my attention. It was my secretary.
"Why are you calling me at such a late hour?"
"Good evening, Alpha."
"Talk."
"I've been trying to reach you since morning. We got a call from the company and they are willing to move to the next step of the proposal. The meeting is tomorrow."
"And you couldn't tell me this earlier?"
"You weren't easy to..."
"Forget it", I interrupted. "We'll be there."
The battle line was drawn between my head and my heart. It was safe to say that my heart was winning.
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