Page 22 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
Dominic fastened the second cuff, felt that now-familiar charge leap between them when his fingers brushed against her. Luna flinched, clearly feeling it too.
“The cuffs will suppress your magic,” he explained, stepping back to a safer distance. “Any attempt to use your powers will result in feedback, which will be painful.”
“Where am I?” she demanded, looking around the room.
“Somewhere safe.”
“Safe for whom?” Luna challenged. “Not for me. Not for any witch you people get your hands on.”
A knock at the outer door interrupted her tirade. Dominic held up a hand, silencing her with a look.
“Not a sound,” he warned. “Or things will get much less comfortable for you very quickly.”
He closed and locked the holding room door behind him, crossing the main living area to answer the knock. Adrian stood on the porch, his ice-blue eyes sharp with curiosity.
“Heard you got back,” Adrian said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Successful hunt?”
“Would I be here if it wasn’t?” Dominic replied dryly, blocking the entrance with his body.
Adrian’s gaze moved past him, scanning what little he could see of the cabin’s interior. “Bringing in assets yourself now? That’s not protocol. Usually, they’re delivered to processing first.”
“This one’s different. High value. Xavier’s orders.”
A crash came from the holding room, something heavy hitting the wall. Adrian raised an eyebrow.
“Sounds like your ‘asset’ is awake. Need a hand?”
“I can handle it,” Dominic said firmly.
Adrian studied him for a long moment. “Did you know this witch before the mission?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“In your text, you mentioned she was a former Silverlight Valley Pack member.” Adrian’s voice dropped lower. “Plus, you never bring assets here. Never. Or is it off the books?”
“It’s not off-books,” Dominic growled. “Xavier’s fully aware. He’s arriving tomorrow to oversee the binding personally.”
That caught Adrian’s attention. “Xavier himself? Must be some witch.”
Another crash, louder this time.
“I need to deal with this,” Dominic said, already turning away. “We’ll talk later.”
“Sure thing, Alpha.” Adrian pushed off the doorframe.
As soon as Adrian disappeared down the path toward his own cabin, Dominic closed the door and strode back to the holding room.
He unlocked it to find Luna standing in the center of the room, a shattered lamp at her feet and the small writing desk overturned.
“Are you finished?” he asked coldly.
Luna’s chest heaved with fury. “I haven’t even started.”
“Destroying my property won’t help your situation.”
“Neither will cooperation, from what I’ve heard. So why not make this as difficult as possible for you?” she kicked a piece of broken ceramic for emphasis.
Dominic moved with supernatural speed, crossing the room in a blur of motion. He backed her against the wall before she could even blink.
