<b>Chapter </b><b>72 </b>
Reba’s POV
I awoke slowly, consciousness returning bit by bit. My body felt heavy, muscles aching in ces I didn’t know could ache. The soreness was different from my injuries though–this was a reminder of what Dominic and I had donest night. My skin still tingled where his hands had gripped me.
My hand automatically reached for his side of the bed, expecting to find his warm body. Instead, my fingers met cold sheets. I opened my eyes, disappointed. The space beside me was empty, only the faint indent on his pillow showing he’d been there at all.
A folded piece of paper on the nightstand caught my eye. I reached for it, wincing as my shoulder wound pulled. The note was written in a strong, decisive hand:
[Urgent matters at thepany. Rest today. I’ll take you to the office in a few days. -D]
I pressed the note against my chest, heat rising to my face as memories ofst night flooded back. Our heated argument. My fearsid bare. And then–Dominic’s response. The way he’d pinned me against the wall. How his eyes had glowed in the darkness. The feel of his teeth grazing my skin. He had shown me his true nature, let me see the wolf beneath the businessman’s exterior.
Despite how frightening it should have been, my body responded now just remembering it. My heart beat faster. My breathing quickened. I hadn’t felt afraid of him, not really. I had felt imed. Possessed. Protected.
I ran my fingers over my neck where he had kissed me, my corbone where he had marked me. His scent was everywhere on the sheets, on my skin, inside my clothes. That mixture of expensive cologne and something wilder, something that made my stomach tighten when I breathed it in. I could even detect traces of his Alpha pheromones lingering around me, marking me as his.
Sitting up carefully, I looked around the room. My clothes fromst nighty scattered where he had thrown them. The sheets were tangled from our movements. Everything reminded me of what we had done, of how I had surrendered to himpletely.
My new reality was starting to sink in. Yesterday, I had been terrified by the brutal justice of the werewolf world. Today… I still found it disturbing, but something had changed. I was beginning to understand this world with different rules and powers. And somehow, I had be intimately connected to one of its most powerful figures.
The thought made me shiver, not with fear, but with something closer to excitement.
“Good morning, Miss Brown, Diana greeted me as I entered the dining room, still moving stiffly. She immediately set down a steaming cup of coffee, followed by a te piled high with eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and toast. “You need to replenish your strength. Last night was…” she paused, her cheeks flushing slightly, “…quite energetic.”
My face burned hot. I stared at my te, mortified. Of course the entire household had heard us. Werewolf hearing would have picked up every sound, every moan, every word Dominic had made me say. I remembered how loud I’d been at the end, unable to control myself under his touch.
“Thank you, Diana,” I mumbled<b>, </b>not daring to meet her eyes.
My phone rang, saving me from further embarrassment. Emma’s name shed on the screen.
“Emma? Is everything okay?” I asked, concerned. Thest time I’d seen her was after Steve’s attack.
“Everything’s great, actually!” Her voice was brighter than I’d ever heard it. “I’m calling about your final paycheck andmission. Mr. Sterling instructed me to process everything immediately.”
“My final paycheck?” I repeated, confused.
“Yes,” Emma confirmed. “Your regr sry, plus themission from the Collins sale–even though it ended badly, you did make the sale–and…” her voice dropped lower, “a very generouspensation package for what happened with Steve. Mr. Sterling was quite clear that you deserved substantialpensation for your ‘trauma and distress.“”
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