Chapter 109
Dominic’s POV
The scent of frying bacon pulled me from a deep sleep, rich and tantalizing as it permeated the bedroom. I remained still for a moment, eyes closed, savoring both the aroma and memories of last night with Rebecca. Her vulnerability and jealousy had surprised me–and pleased my wolf in ways I hadn’t anticipated. The way she’d pushed against my chest, demanding answers about our future, challenging me despite my dominance… it awakened something primal
within me.
My wolf felt unusually settled this morning, content in a way I rarely experienced. The connection Rebecca had formed with both sides of me was unprecedented. She’d seen my wolf form at the lake and hadn’t run. She’d touched me, accepted me. And last night, she’d surrendered to me completely, letting me bind her wrists and worship her
body.
Rolling onto my side, I glanced at the empty space beside me. The sheets still held her scent, mingled with lingering traces of our passion. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs before reluctantly reaching for my phone.
My screen displayed several unread messages. The Nakamura deal was experiencing complications that needed my immediate attention. I set the phone aside with a sigh and stood, stretching my muscles before pulling on a pair of
sweatpants.
I needed to resolve the situation with my father and Collins soon. Once that was handled, I could focus entirely on Rebecca and our mate bond–a connection I was finally ready to acknowledge, even if I wasn’t quite ready to
complete it.
Following the enticing smell, I padded barefoot to the kitchen. Rebecca stood at the stove, her back to me, wearing nothing but my dress shirt from last night. The fabric barely covered the curve of her ass, her legs seeming endless beneath the hem. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, exposing the nape of her neck where my mark would eventually
- go.
Mine. The thought came immediately, possessively.
I moved silently across the kitchen floor, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and nuzzling the spot
where her neck met her shoulder.
“A man could get used to this, I murmured against her skin, feeling her slight jump of surprise before she relaxed into my embrace,
She smiled, leaning back against me. “To bacon? I thought werewolves preferred their meat rare,”
My chuckle vibrated through my chest into her back. “To waking up to a beautiful woman cooking in his kitchen.” My hands splayed across her stomach, pulling her closer. “Wearing his shirt.”
Her cheeks flushed with heat. “Your shirt was closer than my clothes.” She turned the last piece of bacon before adding, “And larger. More comfortable.”
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“It looks better on you anyway.” I pressed a kiss to her temple before releasing her to pour myself coffee from the pot she’d made.
We moved around the kitchen with surprising case, settling into a comfortable routine as if we’d been sharing this space for years rather than days. When Rebecca mentioned washing the dishes, I shook my head.
“Leave them. Diana will handle it when she comes in.”
“Your poor housekeeper,” she teased, following me with mugs of coffee. “I can wash my own dishes, you know.”
I sat across from her at the breakfast nook, enjoying the morning light on her face. “If Diana saw me letting you wash dishes, she’d probably quit. She takes great pride in managing this household.”
“Heaven forbid you pick up after yourself,” she said, but her smile took any sting from the words.
We ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the occasional clink of silverware against plates and the soft rustle of pages as Rebecca checked work emails on her phone. I watched her, noting how her brow furrowed in concentration.
“You furrow your brow when you concentrate,” I observed, reaching across to brush my thumb between her eyebrows. “Right here.”
She blinked, looking up from her screen. “Do I? It’s a bad habit. My mother always said I’d get premature wrinkles.”
My phone buzzed again–it had been vibrating periodically throughout breakfast, but I’d been ignoring it. This time, I frowned and picked it up, scrolling through what appeared to be multiple messages. Marcus was reporting that my father had called an emergency meeting of the pack elders, likely to discuss my rejection of the Collins alliance.
I typed out several quick responses, my thumbs moving rapidly over the screen. When I set the phone down, I carefully controlled my expression, but Rebecca’s perceptive gaze told me she noticed the change.
“I need to go to Sterling Manor,” I said, keeping my tone deliberately casual. “Some family business that needs handling.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked, setting her own phone aside.
I nodded, though I knew the tightness around my eyes betrayed me. “Nothing to worry about. Just company matters.”
I dressed quickly, selecting a charcoal suit and blue tie that Rebecca had once mentioned brought out my eyes. When I emerged from the bedroom, she was clearing the breakfast dishes, still wearing only my shirt. The sight of her moving around my kitchen so naturally stirred something possessive in my chest. This was right. She belonged
here.
“I shouldn’t be long,” I said, checking my watch. “Will you be here when I get back?”
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She turned, leaning against the counter. “I thought I might work on some sketches for class. The light in your study is perfect in the afternoon.”
I nodded, pleased at the thought of her making herself at home in my absence. “Use whatever you need. Diana will
be in around noon.”
My phone buzzed again, and I glanced at the screen to see another message from Marcus. The situation was escalating faster than I’d anticipated. I needed to leave now.
“I have to go,” I said, crossing the kitchen to cup her face in my hands. I kissed her softly, tasting coffee and something uniquely Rebecca. “I’ll call you later.”
She nodded, her gray–green eyes searching mine. “Be careful.”
The concern in her voice warmed me. Few people in my life worried about my well–being; most assumed I was invincible. Rebecca saw through the façade to the man beneath.
I kissed her once more, then forced myself to step away. My driver would be waiting outside with the Maybach.
As I walked to the door, I felt her watching me, sensed her unspoken questions. But family politics was the last thing I wanted to burden her with. She’d already faced enough challenges adapting to my world.
“Dominic,” she called just as I reached for the door handle.
I turned back, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Thank you,” she said simply. “For last night. For… everything.”
The genuine gratitude in her voice made my chest tighten. I nodded once, not trusting myself to speak, and then I was gone, closing the door behind me.
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