Chapter 533

It was no surprise that, after such an intense confrontation, Dominic met with Patricia in secret that night. Thıs content belongs to.net
“That boy is beginning to get on my nerves,” Dominic thundered. “You should’ve seen him throwing his weight around in the meeting with the alphas.”
“Tell me something,” Patricia sighed, rubbing her temple. She added her own grievance. “The boy had the nerve to order his Beta to change all my staff in the pack house and replace them with his own people. When I dared to confront him, do you know what he said to me?”
Dominic didn’t say a word, his expectant silence telling her to go on.
At once, Patricia’s demeanor shifted; she lifted her chin and fixed Dominic with the same arrogant stare Asher was known for. She even dropped her voice, imitating him: “Henry’s widow, why are you worried about the house staff? Shouldn’t you be busy mourning my father?”
Patricia broke the act with a scoff. “You should’ve seen his audacity. Although her tone darkened, “for a moment there, I swore I was staring at my late husband. The boy is just too damn similar to him. Henry trained him well.”
“Perhaps a little too well,” Dominic said, eyes thoughtful. “If he’s anything like Henry, then Asher Nightshade already suspects we want him out of the way. The boy’s always been a little too smart for my liking.”
Patricia’s poise cracked. “Does he know the two of us She let the question die, suddenly aware of the walls. Even with her own people guarding the door, and loyal to death, Asher’s presence within these walls left her unsettled.
She whispered, “What do we do? Should we just end him tonight and be done with it?”
“No.” Dominic shook his head. “It’s too late for that. Alpha King Elijah arrives tomorrow, and Asher is still his heir whether we like it or not. It would look bad if the heir were murdered on his watch, and he’d have to root out the culprit to save face.”
He went on to say in a low tone. “Had we known the boy would be this difficult, we should’ve arranged an ’accident’ on his way here.”
“Or poisoned him,” Patricia added. “A slow one, something that eats him from the inside until he withers.” She blew out a frustrated breath. “But then, the boy is as paranoid as his father.”
Dominic reached out, threading his fingers through Patricia’s hair, letting them linger. “The only option now is challenging him outright.”
“You’re stronger than he is, you’d defeat him,” Patricia said with a coy smile. “I’ll find a way to give you an advantage. I promise.”
She didn’t say more, but the glint in her eyes told him enough. She had something planned for Asher.
Dominic’s lips stretched into a wide smile. “My love,” he murmured, before leaning in to steal a kiss once. Twice.
However, the quick brushes only seemed to ignite the hunger in him, and by the third time, Dominic devoured her fully, his lips crushing against hers, the pressure hard and demanding.
Patricia stiffened at first, but the heat between them rose too fast. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his tongue pressed greedily into her mouth.
The air between them thickened, the kiss turning urgent, the kind that left no room for breath. His other hand roamed beneath the folds of her skirt, rough fingers sliding across her thigh as if he had been starving for this touch all night.
Patricia gasped, managing to break the kiss, her lips swollen, while her voice rushed with panic. “Dominic, this is not the time. There are too many eyes.” Her gaze darted toward the door, her mind racing with the danger of being caught.
But Dominic was relentless, his eyes dark with hunger. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick,” he swore, though his rough kiss said otherwise.
Dominic pressed Patricia hard against the wall, the force of it knocking the air from her lungs. She clung to him instinctively, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. Then he pulled down his pants and entered her in one move, groaning as he settled in her moist heat.
Patricia sighed in pleasure. It felt so good.
Then he was thrusting into her hard and fast just the way she wanted it. Patricia had to bite down on her lips, smothering the moan that threatened to escape.
Dominic was a beast, plowing through her until while her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving welts he’d wear proudly. And it wasn’t long before he pushed her off the edge.
Patricia pressed her face into his chest to muffle the cries he ripped from her, while his growl reverberated through her as his forehead thudded against the wall, the sound swallowed by their ragged breaths.
They collapsed together trembling, and damp with sweat. Their gazes met, and they smiled. That had been awesome.
Dominic eased her back to the ground, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Stay safe,” he murmured.
“You too,” Patricia whispered back, steadying herself.
And then Dominic slipped into the darkness, leaving her chambers as quietly as he had entered.
With Dominic gone, Patricia slipped into the bathroom and scrubbed his scent off her body. She bathed thoroughly, but that wasn’t enough.
When Patricia returned to her chambers, she opened a small lacquered box, rubbing a strange cream over her skin before lighting a stick of incense. Dominic had gotten both for her from the black market. They were specially made for masking scent so no werewolf could trace what had transpired.
This was how they had cheated right under Henry’s nose without suspicion. Although they had always been careful.
Feeling clean, hidden, and satisfied, Patricia slid into her bed. Her body melted into the silken sheets, her lips curled with triumph.
It must have been near midnight when she felt a presence in the room.
Her eyes flew open only for gray, slitted eyes to stared back at her from the darkness.
Patricia’s heart slammed against her ribs. Terror seized her throat, and she opened her mouth to scream—
“Silence.”
The compulsion wrapped around her like a noose, freezing her in place. Horror widened her gaze, her body going rigid as Asher’s smiled at her darkly.
“It’s high time we talked, don’t you think… mother?”