Page 62 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
That’s a good girl.
She squirted on the motel bed this time. Her magic burst outward in a wave of silver light, washing over both of them. Dominic roared as he came deep inside her with a thrust. It was more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.
As the wave receded, Dominic collapsed beside Luna, pulling her against his chest. They lay together, breathing heavily.
Dominic felt completely transformed. The darkness that had been his constant companion for years was gone, burned away by Luna’s power and their bond. His wolf felt free, strong, alive in a way it hadn’t been since before he joined the Hunter Organization.
He was whole again because of her.
He brushed her hair back from her face, noting how the brown dye was fading in patches, revealing strands of silver beneath.
Dominic traced the curve of her cheek with his thumb. “The dark influence is gone. I can feel my wolf again—fully, not just glimpses.”
She finally looked at him, her expression guarded. “That’s good.”
Her tone was flat, clinical, detached—nothing like the woman who had just shared a bed with him with such passion. Dominic frowned, sensing her withdrawal.
“Luna—”
“We should get some rest,” she interrupted, pulling the thin sheet over her body and creating a barrier between them. “We don’t know when Xavier will find us, and we need to be ready.”
The sudden distance stung, but Dominic didn’t push. He watched as she turned away from him, curling into herself on the far side of the bed.
She might as well have been miles away instead of right beside him.
***
After they returned to the safe house, three days passed with minimal contact between them. Luna spent hours with the grimoire they’d retrieved, practicing spells and strengthening her magic.
Dominic focused on securing the perimeter of their hideout and establishing communication protocols with his trusted team members who remained hidden within the Hunter Organization.
Today, Dominic checked his phone for the hundredth time that day. Still no word from Adrian.
Luna entered from the back room. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, the brown dye fading more each day to reveal her natural silver.
“Any news?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral.
“Nothing from Adrian.” Dominic tucked the phone into his pocket. “How’s the training going?”
She shrugged. “I’m making progress.”
The stilted conversation hung in the air between them. Dominic’s wolf paced restlessly inside him, furious at the distance between them.
Talk to mate.
“Luna,” he began, then stopped when she tensed. “We need to talk about what happened.”
She busied herself with the kettle, filling it with water from the tap. “There’s nothing to talk about. The sex was…” She paused, searching for words. “It was a reaction to the magic.”
Dominic’s jaw flexed. “Bullshit.”
“Excuse me?” She turned to face him, eyes flashing.
“You heard me.” He crossed the room in three long strides, crowding her space but not touching her. “What happened between us wasn’t just magic or ritual or mate bonding. It was real.”
“What does it matter?” She pushed past him, but he caught her arm.
“It matters because you’re avoiding me. Because you felt it too—the connection.”
