Chapter 110

Chapter 110:

“I put a tracker on you at the medical center,” he stated, glancing at me with eyes that burned with a dark, obsessive intensity. “I won’t risk losing you again p>

A normal woman might have been terrified. A normal woman might have screamed about privacy and control. But I wasn’t normal. I was a wolfless girl who had been hunted and discarded her entire life.

Looking at him — at the man who would burn the world down to keep a scratch off my skin — I didn’t feel fear.

I felt safe.

𝘐ո𝘁𝖾𝘯𝘴𝖾 𝗿o𝘮a𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘰ո

“Okay,” I breathed, leaning back into the seat and letting his darkness wrap around me like a shield. “Okay p>

Adella POV

The silence inside the Bentley was absolute — a heavy velvet curtain separating us from the storm raging outside. Rain lashed against the tinted glass, blurring the city lights into streaks of grey and neon, but inside the air was still, scented with leather and the overwhelming presence of ozone and cedar. Dallas.

I sank deeper into the heated seat, the adrenaline from the restaurant finally ebbing away, leaving a cold hollow in my stomach. Dallas drove with one hand on the wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw set in granite. He had claimed me. He had threatened a future Alpha for me. He had put a tracker in my arm to keep me safe.

But as the warmth of the car seeped into my bones, a treacherous thought began to coil around my heart.

I was wolfless. A defect. In our world, the Mate bond was absolute — a biological imperative that demanded protection and procreation. Was I just a burden the Moon Goddess had shackled him with? A fragile thing he was forced to guard because his instincts gave him no choice?

“Dallas,” I whispered. My voice sounded small, swallowed by the luxury of the car.

He didn’t look at me, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Adella p>

“You said you wouldn’t risk losing me again.” I picked at a loose thread on my skirt, unable to meet his eyes. “Is that just the bond? Am I just a duty to you? Something broken that you have to fix because fate said so p>

The car seemed to hold its breath. The rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers was the only sound, marking the seconds like a countdown.

Dallas pulled the car to the side of the road and braked. The sudden stop threw me forward slightly against the seatbelt. He killed the engine, plunging us into semi-darkness lit only by the soft glow of the dashboard. Then he turned to me — his eyes black pools, bottomless and terrifying in their intensity. He reached out, his rough fingers tracing the line of my jaw, tilting my face toward his.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.

I trembled, and met his gaze.