Chapter 6
“Death? Death would be too cheap for you, Celeste. As Anthony’s daughter, I want your to live in endless torment like my sister. I will never reveal the truth. I want you to suffer forever, trapped in fear and uncertainty.
“Didn’t your sister go missing long ago? How does her disappearance relate to the Parker family?”
He stared down at me contemptuously, like an unforgiving god passing judgment.
“Celeste, while you grew up spoiled by everyone, my sister was suffering unimaginable horrors. Keep guessing because I’ll never tell you the truth. I want you to suffer forever, feeling the torment she endured.”
Dominic coldly got into the car, leaving me with one final, indifferent remark. “Tomorrow at nine o’clock, I’ll be waiting at the Werewolf Civil Hall.”
Desperately, I rushed to the car, pulling frantically at the handle. I suppressed the urge to pound on the window. “Explain clearly! What happened to your sister?”
But the car accelerated mercilessly, disappearing from sight. I fell helplessly onto the cold ground, feeling the last of my hope vanish.
Third POV:
A sharp, bitter wind swept across the riverbank, piercing Celeste’s skin and chilling her to the bone. She staggered upright, desperately pursuing the departing vehicle despite her failing strength.
Yet she had severely overestimated her current state. After just a few staggering steps, Celeste collapsed painfully onto the gravel–strewn ground, gasping for breath.
The car stopped abruptly once more, its door swinging open with a harsh click. A pair of polished, handcrafted leather shoes approached slowly, stopping right before her eyes.
Celeste’s gaze traveled upward from the impeccably tailored trousers, her heart clenching as she met Dominic’s
motionless, golden–tinted eyes.
“Dominic…” Celeste whispered weakly.
His well–defined hand reached down, extending toward her. For a fleeting moment, under the gentle glow of moonlight, Celeste saw the carefree Alpha she had adored since youth. Instinctively, her trembling fingers rose to
meet his.
But just as their fingertips touched, Dominic coldly withdrew his hand. Celeste fell forward, landing hard upon broken glass fragments scattered across the ground. A searing pain shot through her palm as blood spilled out, staining her pale skin and the earth beneath.
Dominic’s brows knitted slightly, hesitation flashing briefly through his cool golden eyes, but he stood still,
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indifferent.
Celeste lifted her head, dazed. Memories surged painfully: a time when the smallest injury to her finger had him rushing her to the healer, his protective gaze never wavering. The healer had even teased. “If Alpha Kingsford came any later, this tiny wound might heal by itself.”
The gentle Alpha she once knew had vanished, replaced by a man whose coldness cut deeper than any knife.
Dominic’s voice was icy, laced with disdain, “Celeste, I remember clearly how you trained as a warrior. A skilled werewolf who fought countless rogues suddenly can’t even walk a few steps?”
He leaning down to roughly grip her chin, his thumb grazing her dry lips cruelly. “Indeed, deceit runs in your bloodline. You’d do anything, even feign weakness, for money–just like your pathetic father.”
Celeste’s eyes blazed with sudden fury, and she jerked away. “Don’t you dare insult my father! He’s honorable–he would never sacrifice dignity for wealth!”
“Honorable?” Dominic sneered, reaching into his coat and casually pulling out a checkbook. Calmly, he scribbled a number and carelessly tossed the slip of paper at her feet.
Five million dollars–a substantial sum, enough to solve her immediate troubles.
He leaned closer, voice deceptively soft. “It’s yours, Celeste. All you have to do is admit your father is a worthless traitor, lower even than the rogues we despise.”
Shock and anger coursed through her veins. With trembling fingers, Celeste raised her hand to slap him–but Dominic caught her wrist easily. Blood from her palm smeared his pristine shirt, forming a stark crimson handprint.
His grip tightened, gaze colder than ice. “Not willing to admit it? Fine. Let him die. I’ve even picked out his grave already.”
Pain filled her voice, shaking with disbelief. “Dominic…why are you doing this? Why have you changed so much?”
Once, he promised her the world, vowed she would never shed tears. Now, her suffering was merely entertainment
to him.
Beneath the pale glow of the streetlamp, his handsome features remained pitiless. “It seems that you mean to say no.”
He released her abruptly, tearing the check apart before her horrified eyes.
“No! Please…” Celeste desperately grasped at the falling fragments, her tears blending with the torn paper as they fluttered away.
She was like a wounded, desperate animal, frantically trying to salvage what remained of her dignity.
Dominic turned away. Just as he opened the car door, a dull thud reached his ears. Turning slightly, he watched as Celeste’s body slumped unconscious onto the cold ground.
“Alpha,” his Beta Lucas murmured cautiously from the driver’s seat, his voice tense, “Ms. Celeste has fainted. Should
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we take her to a healer?”
Dominic’s golden Alpha eyes narrowed dangerously, cold anger seeping from his aura. “You’re awfully concerned
about her. Lucas,”
The Beta fell silent instantly, recognizing the edge in his Alpha’s tone. He had served Dominic since they were cut, watched him dote on Celeste once–but after the tragic incident a year ago, the Alpha had changed completely.
Lucas dared not speak further, driving silently away as Dominic’s gaze returned to the unmoving woman, dismissive disgust deepening in his eyes.
As they sped off, Dominic glanced back one final time. Celeste remained motionless on the muddy ground, rain beginning to fall upon her unconscious form.
Dominic clenched his jaw. She had truly perfected the
Disgusted, Dominic shifted his attention away, refusing to grant her another thought.
Only after the Alpha’s vehicle disappeared into the darkness did a figure emerge from the shadows. Julian hurried to Celeste’s side, his expression concerned.
Celeste POV:
I awoke in the healer’s quarters, the familiar scent of herbs surrounding me. I just smelled this not too long ago.
My injured hand was wrapped carefully, and an intravenous drip slowly nourished my weakened body.
The large wall clock showed it was three in the morning.
Before I could question anything, Julian’s gentle voice drifted over, “Sorry, Celeste. I followed you earlier, worried you might do something rash.”
I tried to sit up, but he gently placed a cushion behind me, offering me water to soothe my dry throat. “Did Alpha Kingsford see you?” I asked weakly.
Julian lowered his head apologetically. “I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”
I gave a weary smile. “It’s fine. After all, I’m still his mate–not some hidden secret.”
Surprise flickered across Julian’s face, replaced quickly by sadness. “I never imagined…it’s always Marina they publicly announce as his Luna–to–be. I thought perhaps it was only rumors-”
My eyes darkened bitterly, subconsciously reaching for my empty ring finger. That token of our bond was gone, a haunting reminder of my shattered marriage.
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