Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 112: Fingers around her throat

Dominic raised his head and turned to look at his stepmother, who had pushed open the door of his office with a tentative look on her face. Her eyes flickered uneasily as she took in his appearance and sighed heavily.

Aurelia Cherith was his father’s second chance mate. She was a tiny little thing when she came to the pack and had remained as one even after so many years had passed. With her red hair and golden eyes, she reminded him of an elf he had once seen in a forest.

She was his stepmother, but Aurelia had been kind to him and had never once rejected him, even though he was not her child.

"Mom", Dominic sat up straight on the couch, sending a bottle of liquor falling down. His expression turned a bit embarrassed when he saw Aurelia lowering her head and looking at the bottle that was spinning on the floor. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I am worried about you," Aurelia replied as she picked up the spinning bottle and placed it on the table. Her eyes took in the condition of the room, and she sighed heavily. "How long are you going to continue living your life like this, Dom? This is why I told you that you shouldn’t do something that you would regret."

"A mating bond is not as simple as you think. Inez was a gift, a special one that the moon goddess gave to you; she was a piece of your half-soul. Rejecting her was equivalent to refusing a blessing that the Moon Goddess had blessed you with."

"She is the one who—"

him in a heavy voice. With a look of excruciating pain on her face, she said to him, "I know... and I understand that your heart is aching for the loss that you have suffered. But so have I. Abertha was my daughter, Dom. Her death hits me the

he already knew the

him as she looked away from him and glanced at the declutter that he had made in his office. "And... I think it’s about time you come out of your moping. The pack needs you more than ever now that the witches have started to run rampant again,

a clean chair

space between her brows and rubbed them softly before saying to him, "There are all kinds of rumours flying around all over the place. And from what I summarised, it seems like shifters are disappearing all over the packs. I

at stake, Dom. This is not the time to grieve. You need to put your big-boy pants on and take charge of your pack. The morale

flushed

only had half of the shifter blood, and yet

in a breath as he tried to suppress the withdrawal symptoms he was going through. "However, don’t worry too much, Mom. We will think of something." His brows were slightly furrowed when

do this time around. After the last war, he thought that the witches had accepted

and with the continuous disappearances of the shifters, Dominic knew that they were

N.M.H. Maybe they should try breaking into this site as well. But as

turned and looked outside the window of his office. He silently wondered where she was and whether she was safe. As much as he despised her, he hoped that she would never catch the

he needed to make