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“Who else?” Dominic’s gaze traveled over her face, lingering on her lips before he forced himself to look away. “Your magic revealed Xavier’s true form.”
“We need to get out of here,” Luna said, her voice steady despite the fear he could sense through their bond. “Tonight.”
“It’s too risky. The entire compound is on high alert after the attack.” Dominic shook his head.
“And in the meantime, Xavier will be watching us more closely than ever.” Luna pushed away from the window, pacing the small room. The movement caused his shirt to ride up slightly.
Dominic’s control slipped further. He caught her arm, stopping her mid-pace. “Luna.”
She looked up at him, challenge in her dark blue eyes. “What?”
“The shirt.” His voice was strained. “It’s…distracting.”
Understanding dawned on her face, followed by a flush that spread across her cheeks. “Oh.”
But she didn’t pull away from his grip, didn’t try to put distance between them. Instead, she stood her ground, her gaze locked with his.
“Does it bother you?” she asked, a new note in her voice that he had never heard before. “Seeing me in your clothes?”
The question hung in the air between them, charged with implication. Dominic’s grip tightened fractionally on her arm.
His other hand moved of its own accord to her waist, feeling the curve of her hip through the thin fabric. “My scent on you…”
Luna’s pupils dilated, her breathing quickening. “Your wolf likes it.”
“My wolf wants to claim what’s his,” Dominic admitted roughly. “But you’re not his. Not anymore.”
“No,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not.”
Yet she didn’t move away; if anything, she swayed slightly toward him.
Dominic’s control hung on by a thread, and if she kept dangling herself like a piece of meat, he would devour her. Luna’s scent filled his nostrils and, in that shirt, it drove him to the edge of madness.
He dipped his head, drawn to her like a magnet to steel. Her lips parted immediately, eyes falling half-closed as she tilted her face up to meet him.
The shrill wail of the emergency siren sounded for the second time that morning, interrupting them.
What, again?
This couldn’t be a coincidence. The siren meant another attack; it was too soon after the first.
He moved towards the door. “Lock it behind me. Don’t open it for anyone but me.”
Luna grabbed his arm, her expression fierce. “Be careful.”
For a heartbeat, he allowed himself to cup her face in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.
“I will.”
Then he was gone.
Even as he sprinted toward the sound of chaos, his wolf howled for their mate. She was his. Always had been. Always would be.
And he would tear apart anyone or anything that threatened her.
Chapter 12 - Luna
Luna paced the small cabin bedroom for what felt like the hundredth time. She had taken off her boots, and her sock-covered feet wore an invisible path into the worn hardwood floor.
