(Dominic’s POV)
By the time I finally left my office, the sky had gone pitch black. The moon hung low and heavy, casting a pale glow over the compound as I walked back toward the main house.
My body ached from the hours I’d spent reviewing strategy, vetting potential new rogue recruits, and responding to letters from allied factions. But it wasn’t the work that weighed on me. It was everything else. The parts of me I couldn’t file into reports or calculate with logic.
The parts that wanted her.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The house was silent, unusually so. Most of the pack had turned in for the night, and it seemed even Mara—the cook who somehow never slept—had decided to call it early.
Good. I wasn’t in the mood for company.
I strode toward the kitchen, hunger twisti
