Chapter 210


    Chapter 210 – Reunited


    Sinir


    It had all happened very slowly.


    I heard the deafening noise, felt the excruciating heat of the st, but when the explosion struck my


    body was thrown from the car. I remember sailing through the air, feeling as though I was traveling


    through water as mes and entropy eviscerated the vehicle where I had just been sitting. I hit the


    ground hard, my head mming into the earth and stealing my consciousness.


    When I woke, I was lying at least ten meters from the st radius. My head ringing, acid churning in my


    stomach, I stumbled back towards the burning cars in a daze. I don’t know how much time had passed,


    but my men were little more than charred husks, and the vehicles nothing more than tangled knots of


    molten steel.


    I vomited onto the ground, emptying my stomach and trying not to let the horror consume me. I’d loved


    my men like brothers, but if I stopped to process their losses, my own life might be forfeit too. I did not


    know if the danger still lingered – or even from whence it hade, though I could certainly guess.


    I quickly checked myself for injuries, noting the way every breath rattled and tore against my aching


    ribs, and the blood that seeped through my torn clothes. I shifted, and abandoned all thought of going


    on to the Storm Forest pack. For all I knew, my would-be assassin was waiting there in case their bomb


    failed. My phone was lost in the wreckage, and I was in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles from


    any being I knew and trusted. So I took off into the wilderness, letting the sun and moon guide me back


    towards Gabriel’s city, not allowing myself to stop or rest even once.


    I was terrified that this was not an isted threat, that perhaps simr nightmares had befallen my


    family… my mate. I needed answers, but I needed to get back to them faster. I thought about seeking


    E in my dreams, but I was afraid that if I let myself sleep I might not wake for hours, and the people I


    love would be vulnerable without me for that much longer. So I forced myself to carry on, until atst


    the crystallineke and gleaming outline of the capital came into view.


    I started calling to E then, and though my heart pulsed and skipped gloriously when she responded,


    by that time I was so diminished that I couldn’t think of any intelligible thoughts other than her name. I


    tore into the city at top speed, ignoring the gasps and shouts of the shifters I passed. And when I finally


    saw my beautiful mate, fighting tooth and nail to escape her guards, I shifted back into my human form.


    I felt like I was on the verge of copse, but I unleashed the remaining reserves of power I’d been


    holding back, and found the strength to stay upright. “Take your hands off of my mate.”


    I watch as shock reverberates through Philippe’s body. His grip goes ck, and E takes full


    advantage, scrambling free and running straight into my open arms.


    “Dominic!” She cries, squeezing me so tightly that my broken ribs scream in protest. But I don’t make a


    sound, I swing her legs up into my arms so that I can cradle her against my chest as she buries her


    face in my neck, breathing in my scent. “I knew you weren’t dead! No one believed me but I knew!” She


    sobs, pulling back only far enough to look up at me. Concern immediately takes over her lovely


    features, but before she can say a word I im her lips with my own.


    Mine. My wolf sighs in my head. Mine, mine, all mine.


    I don’t have any control left to spare, so all my love and longing from thesest few weeks pours forth,


    along with all my pain, sadness and fear. E takes it all with utter generosity and pure passion, letting


    me drown her in my feelings and yielding her soft mouth for my feral exploration. She makes the


    sweetest little sounds as I ravish her with my lips, teeth and tongue, giving back as good as she gets


    and threatening to rouse my cock in the middle of the public square.


    Naughty mate. My wolf purrs through our bond, and E only shudders and presses closer to me.


    Reluctantly, I force myself to drag my lips from hers before we get too carried away. “I missed you,


    trouble.” I purr, wishing I had a free hand to explore her round tummy, and instead sending my love for


    my son through our bond. Rafe replies with pulses of excitement and affection, though I’m concerned


    to sense him holding back slightly.


    “I missed you more.” E insists, stroking my jaw with a mischievous glint in her gold eyes.


    “Wanna bet?” I chuckle, kissing her again and never wanting to let her go. Thest few days have been


    too horrible to bear- not knowing what I would being home to… if there would be anything left for


    me toe home to at all.


    “Dominic?” My father’s voice breaks my reverie, and for the first time, I remember we aren’t alone. I


    look up to see Dad wheeling towards us, tears and amazement in on his face. I set E’s feet on the


    ground so that I can fall into my father’s arms.


    “Dad.” I breathe, feeling like a boy again as he kisses my hair and rubs his strong hands over my


    injured body.


    “I thought I’d lost you.” He admits thickly, his face twisted into a grimace as he delves into our own


    bond. “You’re hurt.”


    “I’ll live.” I reply, tears burning in my own eyes as I feel the grief he’d been battling over the past few


    days, a grief I understand all the better now that I have a son of my own. “I’m sorry I scared you.”


    “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to your mate.” Dad replies, relinquishing his hold on me so he can reach for


    E. Her warm little body snuggles in beside us, and my heart swells to bursting.


    “It seems we all should have listened to E.” A new voice sounds from somewhere above us. “She’s


    been a bloody terror since it happened … but she was right.” Gabriel informs me, though there is no


    bite in his voice. The King is standing above us with a wide smile, and not even the sight of my sweet


    mate ring daggers at him can dull his joy.


    I leave E in Dad’s arms so I can hug Gabriel and Philippe, and then Roger is charging out of the


    pce gates wearing an expression I’ve never seen before. “You bastard!” My brother is all


    aggression, and heshes out as he draws near, pushing me in the chest and forcing me backward.


    “You scared the hell out of me. Where the devil have you been!”


    “Roger-” Dad tries to intervene, but I beat him to the punch. I duck Roger’s next attack, and throw my


    arms around him, restraining his arms and forcing him to settle as he tries to fight me. He gradually


    softens, clutching my shoulders and leaning his head against my shoulder.


    “Don’t you ever do that again!” He sniffs bitterly.


    “I’m sorry.” I profess, “I won’t.”


    “I love you, you dummy.” He adds begrudgingly, and Iugh, though the motion sends pain searing


    through my abdomen. I hiss, trying not to let the agony pull me under.


    At once Dad and E drag us apart. E nudges her way under my arm, as if she thinks she might


    support me with her weight. She presses her small hand to my chest, ‘Your ribs are broken, you should


    have said!” Her worry floods through our bond, though I can feel her trying to hold it back.


    “I’m alright, sweetheart.” I assure her, though my wince betrays me.


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    “You’re dead on your feet.” Dad corrects, looking to Gabriel. “We need to get him inside. He needs a


    doctor.”


    Roger and Philippe move forward as if they might disce E and cart me inside like some wounded


    war hero, but I wave them off. “Call the doctor. But I’m walking in on my own two feet, with my mate


    beside me.”


    ‘Your mate isn’t even supposed to be out of bed.” Philippe informs me coolly, sending a scolding nce


    at E.


    She sends him a ferocious re and sticks out her tongue, but for the first time I realize she does look


    a bit worse for wear. She’s wearing nothing but a nightgown – her feet are bare and she has dark


    circles beneath her eyes. E said she knew I wasn’t dead, but these events have obviously taken their


    toll on her nheless. I feel a stab of guilt for not noticing sooner, as well as an abundance of


    curiosity for what the clever minx has been doing to put the King and her guard in such a grumpy


    mood.


    I shrug and slide my arm around her back and knees, lifting her off the ground. ‘Then I’ll carry her.”