<h4>Chapter 569: I am alone at night</h4>
Dominick’s face was a mask of cold fury as he held Serejo by the cor, the man’s feet barely touching the floor. "You were doing all this after the Alpha King made you the governor of Gridlock?!" he roared. "What we have banned for so long, you kept running in the shadows. How many omegas’ lives did you destroy with this trade?"
"Your Highness, please... forgive me this once," Serejo stammered with sweat even when it was cold. He had resorted to pleading, realizing that his authority had evaporated the moment the Prince stepped into the light.
"Shut up! You’ll pay for every single one of your crimes, Serejo!" Dominick spat, shoving him away with such force that the man hit the wall. The sentinels moved in instantly, shackling Serejo and dragging him toward the door to face the cold reality of the district prison.
Theodore, the District Sentinel Head, stepped forward and bowed deeply, his expression one of grim relief.
"Your Highness, the officers who were found aiding Serejo have already been taken into custody. It was incredibly difficult to track them; this ce is small and has been neglected by the higher-ups for years. Honest men were pushed to the edge or silenced. I’ve been trying to dismantle thiswork for so long, but I could never get close. Now I realize why Serejo was the one protecting the web," Theodore exined, his fists clenching at his sides.
"Give immediate freedom to the omegas who were traded as ves," Dominickmanded. "And mark this, the punishment will also be bestowed upon those who bought them. So, you better make their arrests too. No one escapes justice in this."
"Your Highness, those families are already being taken into custody. By tomorrow, we will have finished most of our work," Theodore assured him with a firm nod.
"Great. Since it is alreadyte, you can leave. We will conclude the rest of the discussion tomorrow," Dominick dismissed him.
Theodore bowed and exited, leaving a heavy silence in the room. Evan and Jeniva remained, their eyes fixed on the Prince. Despite the victory, Dominick’s features were still firm with lingering anger.
"We still couldn’t grab the one who wanted Jeniva as his ve," Evan noted, his tone frustrated. "It turns out he left the country already. He must have had a backup n the moment things looked suspicious."
"But the mainwork is busted," Jeniva added with relief and excitement. "I can’t believe it happened so smoothly. I thought I would be trapped forever."
Dominick looked up, his gaze softening only slightly as he looked at her. "You can stay the night here. Evan, you should go to bed too," he said, dismissing them both.
Evan nced at Jeniva, gesturing toward the hallway. "I’ll show you to a guest room. Follow me," he said. Jeniva followed him, leaving Dominick alone in the dimly lit study.
Left to his own thoughts, Dominick slumped into the heavy leather chair. Since sleep hadpletely evaded him, he reached for a file on the desk and flipped it open.
Dominick was meticulously cross-referencing the details in Serejo’s file with the intelligence Evan had gathered earlier. When the door creaked open, he didn’t even bother to lift his gaze.
"Why did youe back?" he asked.
"Your Highness, I brought you some tea," Jeniva stated softly. She set the tray down. "Don’t you want to have dinner? You haven’t eaten since the ambush."
"No," Dominick replied, still not looking at her. His eyes remained fixed on a list of names that shouldn’t have been there. "You can leave the tea on the table and go."
Jeniva didn’t move. Instead, she stepped closer, stopping just beside his chair. She leaned in slightly, her eyes catching the bold red ink on the documents in his hand. "Your Highness, do you need help?" she asked. "I know these names. I know how they operate in the shadows of this district."
"No," Dominick repeated, his tone sharpening. "If you are going to bother me, then you can go back to your house."
"Why do you get so angry whenever I say something? I genuinely want to help you," Jeniva stated, her voice trembling but determined. "I am a diligent worker. My leaders always praise my efforts."
"What do you want? A promotion?" Dominick mmed the file shut. He rose to his feet, his tall, powerful frame looming over her instantly. Jeniva took a panicked step back, but he was faster.
He grasped her wrist, his grip firm as he shoved her back against the desk, trapping her between the hard wood and his own body. He leaned in close. "I don’t understand why you’re so desperate to help me. Your work here was finished, yet you returned, knowing full well that I am alone at night. What is your game?"
"Your Highness, you’re getting me wrong. I don’t need anything from you," Jeniva affirmed, her breath hitching as she looked up into his dark, furious eyes.
Dominick’s gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before returning to her eyes, his suspicion battling with a sudden, unwanted tension. "Then leave," he growled, though he didn’t let go of her wrist. "Go to your room before I decide that your ’help’ is actually a distraction I can’t afford."
Dominick stepped back, releasing her wrist and clearing a path. Jeniva didn’t wait for another word; she bolted from the study, the sound of her hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway until she reached the guest room.
She mmed the door shut and leaned against it, her chest heaving as her heart hammered against her ribs. It wasn’t just adrenaline, it was fear mixed with a stinging sense of rejection.
"I didn’t know he was that kind of man," she whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling. "I truly wanted to help him... I wanted to thank him for saving my life." She bit her bottom lip, and scrambled toward the bed, burying herself under the covers as if the fabric could shield her from the Alpha Prince’s intense aura.
Back in the study, Dominick stared at the closed door. He was unable to focus anymore.
His wolf, usually a disciplined and silentpanion, was pacing behind his ribs, growling with a strange restlessness. It wasn’t the time of his rut, then why was he getting such a strange feeling?