After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 171

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The medical examiner, a werewolf named Dr. Evans who had a surprisingly gentle demeanor for a man who saw so much death, arrived next. He approached the body with a clinical detachment that I both admired and found unsettling.

They carried Adrian’s body and put it into a body bag. The sight of it made my stomach turn. A life, extinguished. A future, stolen. A father, left to grieve.

“We should go,” Dominic said, his hand on my back, guiding me towards the car. “There’s nothing

more we can do here.”

I nodded, my feet moving automatically, my mind still reeling from the night’s events. How did a

perfect night turn into this in a matter of seconds? How did our happy bubble burst, leaving us with

a grim reality?

We got into the car, the silence was heavy between us. I could feel the anger radiating off Dominic in waves. It wasn’t just a quiet anger; it was a volatile, dangerous thing, a storm brewing beneath the surface. He was angry at the situation, angry at the murderer, and angry at himself for not

being able to protect his pack, for not being able to prevent this tragedy.

I reached out, putting my hand on his thigh, trying to offer some comfort, to ground him in the midst of the chaos. He flinched at my touch, his muscles tensing under my hand. He was a caged animal, ready to pounce, and I was afraid of what would happen when he finally broke free.

The drive back to the pack house was silent, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the rhythmic thump of my own heart. The usually vibrant island now seemed to hold its breath, the shadows stretching long and menacing in the moonlight. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, sent a jolt of paranoia through me. The killer could be anywhere, watching, waiting.

When we finally pulled up to the pack house, I could see the lights were on, a beacon of warmth and safety in the darkness. But I knew it was an illusion. We were not safe. None of us were.

As long as Johnathan was out there, vowing revenge, we were all targets.

Dominic parked the car, but didn’t get out. He just sat there, his hands gripping the steering wheel,

his knuckles white. I could see the turmoil in his eyes, the war raging within him. He was the Alpha,

the leader, the one everyone looked to for strength and guidance. But he was also a man, a

husband, a father. And he was scared.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice a soft whisper.

He shook his head, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “No,” he said, his voice raw with emotion.

“I’m not okay. An innocent boy is dead, and a father is out for our blood. We’re on the brink of a war

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And I couldn’t say anything, because he was right. There was nothing I could say to make this better, to fix this. All I could do was be there for him, to support him, to love him. And that felt like

so little in the face of so much.

I leaned over, wrapping my arms around him, holding him tight. I could feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy of a predator waiting to strike. But he relaxed at my touch, leaning into me, his head resting on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other, finding

solace in the silence, in the simple act of being together.

Finally, he pulled away, a sigh escaping his lips. “Let’s go inside,” he said, his voice a quiet resignation. “The pack will be waiting.”

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DOMINIC

He was dead.

Adrian was dead.

I tried as much as possible to conceal my emotions for the sake of the pack. For Hailey. I needed to be strong, the unwavering leader they all looked up to. But inside, the rage was a physical thing, a roaring inferno consuming me from the inside out.

Walking into the pack house was like stepping into a pressure cooker. The air was thick with unspoken fears and simmering anger. I couldn’t shield them from this. Adrian wasn’t just a human who had been on our land; he was the son of a powerful man who now had a legitimate reason to declare war on us all. I had invited him here. I was responsible for this.

My pack members, my family, were gathered in the main living room. Their faces were grim, their eyes a mixture of fear and fury. They looked up to me, their Alpha, for an answer I didn’t have.

Giovanni met me at the door. His face was a hard mask of stoicism, but I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. “The Council has been notified,” he said, his voice low and steady. “They’re sending an envoy. They’ll be here by morning.”

I nodded, my jaw tight. Of course. The Council. A group of old werewolves and humans who had long ago forgotten what it was like to be on the front lines. They would come here with their rules and their regulations, their judgments and their decrees. They would see this as a threat to their carefully constructed world of secrecy and control. And they would do whatever it took to contain it, even if it meant sacrificing my pack.

The human council will demand that justice be served. They will want to find who did this. The werewolf council will be on our side, they’d have to be, but there will be consequences.

“What are they going to do?” Hailey asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“They’re going to investigate,” I said, my voice grim. “They’re going to tear our territory apart, looking for answers. And they’re going to hold us responsible until they can prove otherwise.”

I could see the fear in her eyes, the same fear that was mirrored in the faces of everyone in the room. They were all thinking the same thing. What if they couldn’t prove otherwise? What if they pinned this on us?

“We didn’t do this,” Giovanni said, his voice firm. “We have nothing to hide.”

“Tell that to Johnathan,” I countered, my voice rough. “Tell that to the humans. All they will see is

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that a human boy died on our land, under my watch. They need a scapegoat, and we are the

easiest target.”

I could feel the rage building inside me, a hot, burning need to hit something, to break something. I had to get out of here. I needed to run, to feel the wind in my fur, to unleash the beast that was clawing at my insides.

“Let’s go to my office,” I said to Hailey, my voice strained.

We walked through the silent pack, their eyes following us, a silent plea for a miracle I couldn’t deliver. I could feel their hope, their faith in me, and it was a crushing weight I wasn’t sure how to

carry.

Once in my office, I closed the door, the heavy wood a flimsy barrier against the chaos outside. I grabbed Hailey, carrying her towards the desk, my lips crashing down on hers. It wasn’t a kiss of love or passion, but of desperation. A need to feel something other than the rage and the fear. A need to lose myself in her, to forget the world outside this room.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her body molding against mine. She was my anchor in the storm, the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I lifted her onto the desk, my hands roaming her body, my mind a blur of raw, primal need.

But even as I lost myself in her, the rage was still there, a dark cloud hanging over us. I could feel it in the tightening of my muscles, in the way my hands gripped her a little too tightly. I was a danger to her, to everyone around me. And I didn’t know how to stop it.

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