Page 19 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
Luna’s mind raced. Weeks? They’d been watching her for weeks? So it hadn’t been paranoia after all when she’d felt she’d been watched.
She gathered her magic, feeling it hum beneath her skin. “Stay back.”
“Or what?” Dominic took another step toward her. “You’ll bring the building down on both of us?”
“If I have to.”
“You’ve changed,” he said, his voice softening imperceptibly.
“You haven’t,” Luna shot back. “Still a good little hunting dog.”
His expression hardened, and Luna knew she’d struck a nerve.
Good.
She needed him angry, needed him emotional. It was the only advantage she might have.
She lunged for the door, yanking it open, and found herself facing a containment field.
The power sizzled against Luna’s skin as her palm crashed against it.
From right behind her, Dominic’s voice whispered, “Like I said.” His breath was warm against her neck. “We have been observing you. Making plans. Getting ready.”
Luna spun around, caught between Dominic’s commanding figure and the barrier. Suddenly, the tiny space felt unbelievably small.
“The Council wants all witches contained.” Dominic took another step closer, crowding her against the barrier. “But you’re…special. You’re connected to something bigger. Something that’s killing my hunters.”
Luna’s eyes widened. “I haven’t killed anyone!”
“Maybe not directly.” His gaze roamed her face, searching. “But your magic is linked to what’s happening. And I need to know how.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Luna insisted. “I’ve been hiding for six years, trying to live a normal life. I don’t use my magic except for protection or helping people. I’m harmless.”
“No magic is harmless,” Dominic countered, though something in his expression had shifted.
Luna hissed, “That’s fear. It’s—”
Her words got caught in her throat when Dominic’s hand grabbed her upper arm.
They both felt a shock of electricity from the contact, the same distinct charge she had experienced when they had first touched six years prior. Luna let out a cry, instinctively grabbing for him as her power surged in reaction.
As if smelling her for the first time, Dominic’s nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated. His hold became firmer; not painful, but unforgiving.
He cautioned, “Don’t,” but Luna couldn’t determine if he was addressing her or himself. Luna’s back was crushed against the containment barrier as she wrenched away from his touch. There was nowhere to go. No place to hide.
“I don’t know what this is about, but I am not coming with you,” she stated firmly. “I refuse to help or hand over my powers to you or the Council.”
Then she attempted to run. It was a foolish move. Dominic’s arms encircled her waist and threw her to the ground. With his body cushioning hers, Dominic twisted midfall to absorb the brunt of the shock as they crashed down together.
The unexpected consideration startled Luna more than the tackle itself.
For a heartbeat, she lay stretched across his chest, their faces inches apart and his arms still wrapped around her. She could see silver flecks in his gray eyes and the darkening scruff on his jaw from this close.
Luna attempted to escape again, but Dominic rolled and reverted their positions with fluid ease. She was imprisoned beneath him, his massive thighs straddling her hips and his hands seizing her wrists, forcibly pressing them against the dusty floor.
“Stop resisting me,” he hissed, his face hovering over hers. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
“Like you care,” Luna snarled, bucking beneath him.
