Chapter 82
Dominic yanked Georgia out of the Vetro Club with a force that brooked no argument. Georgia had assumed he’d lead her to some dimly lit restaurant downtown, a familiar place where the night might soften their troubles. But instead, he veered sharply around the back of the club’s building, to a shadowed alley bathed in the cold light of the rising moon.
In an instant, Dominic shifted before her eyes–his human form dissolving into that of a massive, gray–black wolf, muscles rippling beneath thick fur. His enormous head lowered, and with gentle precision, his sharp canines grazed the back of Georgia’s hand, a silent and intimate gesture of trust.
Without hesitation, Georgia wrapped her arms around the massive wolf’s neck, climbing onto his broad back. She felt the raw power beneath her, steady and sure, as Dominic planted his paws and exploded into a sprint. Despite the speed, she barely felt the wind’s bite against her skin–her weight was nothing to him, a feather carried by a storm.
He raced through the night, carrying her away from the city’s pulse, deep into the outskirts where the trees of Silent Forest loomed like silent sentinels. Eventually, he slowed and lowered her gently beneath a sprawling ancient tree, its gnarled roots like fingers clutching the earth. Then, slipping behind the massive trunk, Dominic shed his wolf form and returned to his human shape.
“This is the Night Fall Pack,” he said, voice steady as he approached her again.
He took her hand firmly, guiding her through the winding paths into the heart of the pack’s territory, Georgia wasn’t used to the intimacy of someone holding her hand–especially not someone like Dominic. She tried to pull away several times, each time his grip tightened, accompanied by a disarming smile that dared her to resist.
The central square of the Night Fall Pack throbbed with life under the night sky. Market stalls spilled over with wares- smoky aromas of roasted meats, sharp scents of herbs, and the steady murmur of werewolves exchanging greetings and gossip. Young wolves lounged in groups, laughter ricocheting through the cool air. The vibrant energy stirred a deep. aching nostalgia in Georgia’s chest, memories of a childhood she once knew but had long since lost.
She thought of the Silver Stream Pack–how Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! is bustling scene. But Dominic stood out unmistakably here, his presence a beacon. As we practis dominance was unquestioned, and by association, Georgia drew many curious, calculating looks.
She shrank beneath those eyes, sensing the judgment, the quiet assessments. The sting of those gazes twisted her stomach. She despised being scrutinized, hated how they weighed her like a piece of prey.
With sudden desperation, she yanked her hand free, the skin raw and reddened from his grip. “Let go! Let go! Mr. Foster, please let me go!”
Her voice cracked, edged with exhaustion and pleading.
Dominic turned slowly to meet her gaze. For a heartbeat, he said nothing. Then, with a quiet resolve, he released her hand. Relief washed over Georgia, and she exhaled sharply–only to feel his hand clasp hers again, firmer this time, radiating a palpable, masculine strength
“Don’t be afraid,” Dominic said softly, voice low and commanding. “Ignore them.”
Before she could respond, he tugged her toward his chest, enveloping her in a fierce embrace. Raising his head, her glanced sharply around the square and snapped loudly, “What are you all staring at? Don’t you have mates of your own?”
His booming reprimand scattered the intrusive gazes, easing the tension like a crack of thunder in a silent room.
“Come on, let’s eat,” Dominic said, draping his arm possessively around Georgia’s shoulders and steering her toward a quiet corner of the square..
There stood an old–fashioned diner, its faded exterior marked by the absence of any sign or name. The door creaked as they entered, carrying the scent of home–cooked meals and the faint clatter of dishes.
“I’ll take two okra stews and one order of French fries,” Dominic called out casually.
From behind the counter emerged a man in his fifties, silver hair framing a warm, weathered face. His eyes twinkled with familiarity. “Derry! What brings you here tonight?”
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Before Dominic could answer, the man hurried over with two glasses of ice water, setting them down with a practiced. hand
“That’s-?” The owner sniffed, catching the subtle scent of someone unfamiliar, his gaze flicking to Georgia.
“I’m his friend,” Georgia offered cautiously.
Dominic smiled, a playful glint sparking in his eyes. “Crosby, this is my mate. What do you think?”
She looked up, eyes meeting his handsome, teasing face, and a strange warmth fluttered in her chest. Tentatively, she whispered, “Derry?”
His hand moved to playfully ruffle her hair but froze midair. His ears flushed a delicate red. “You should call me Alpha Dominic. When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed snacks, so I came here often for okra stew and fries. Crosby and I have known each other a long time. That’s why he calls me that.”
Dominic waved him off. “Go on, get back to work.”
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