Maybe his father had been right all along. He and Fabiana were chasing a fucking dream, trying to pick up the pieces of what remained.
Chapter Eight
“I want all the Bianchi members rounded up.”
Well, of course he did. Dominic stalked back and forth in his living room, rage radiating in waves. Zoey, stomach growing so much larger, sat with her feet curled up under her and rubbed her belly as she watched her mate with worried eyes. Giuliana detected pain off the Alpha mate and wondered what complication she was having. Dominic hadn’t said much of anything.
“Dominic—”
“Not now, Zoey.”
“Don’t you yell at me, you overgrown gorilla.”
Giuliana blinked, swallowing the urge to burst out laughing. Dominic whirled on his mate. “I am not a damn monkey.”
“I didn’t call you a monkey.”
He scoffed. “You just called me a gorilla!”
“Yeah, not monkeys.”
Dominic stared at his mate incredulously. “Zoey, maybe you need to lie down.”
“They’re apes, Dom. Apes.” She shook her head.
“Zoey,” he growled in warning.
Not afraid at all, Zoey pointed at her mate. “You can’t make a whole pack responsible for a few bad apples, and we don’t know what happened.”
“She’s right, Alpha. We only know their scent was there.”
This response only made Dominic glare at Giuliana. She was really tired of the glaring thing he’d been doing since she and Pasquale had returned. They’d waited two days to do anything, as Dominic had been livid and deadly. Thank gods for Zoey keeping him busy with crazy demands to get ready for the baby.
The reprieve could only last so long.
Pasquale stood beside Giuliana, feet spread shoulder-width apart and hands clasped behind his back. He’d been quiet the whole time, keeping his head down so he wasn’t viewed as a challenge for Dominic, but now his gaze was riveted to the Alpha.
Rounding up his pack would be a fucking death sentence for them, and they all knew it. It was a struggle for Giuliana not to reach out and soothe him. But she couldn’t—not then. Dominic would notice the move, and it would start another line of questioning she wasn’t ready to deal with.
But … what could she do? This was her pack. He may be her mate, but they weren’t mated yet, so she had no claim. Still, she was torn in two. Revenge for her people, or console her mate?
This was a mess.
Her wolf was going fucking bananas, out for blood for Heath and wanting to protect Pasquale at the same time. It made her skin itchy, pulling things taut.
Mine.
He is, but Dominic is our Alpha.
Snort. For now.
Don’t start, wolf.
But he’s hurting, and Snow is ready to break.
Snow?
An impression of Pasquale’s large white wolf filled Giuliana’s mind. You named his wolf?
