After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 205

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“And who is the real enemy, Yasmine?” I challenged my voice rising. “You?”

She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by Dominic’s arrival. He was striding across the

pool deck, his face a thundercloud of fury, his every step radiating power and authority. The pack

members instinctively backed away, their heads bowed in submission.

He didn’t say a word. He just walked up to Yasmine, grabbed her arm, and started pulling her out of

the pool. His grip was like iron, his movements swift and decisive.

“What are you doing?” she sputtered, water sluicing off her body. “You can’t do this! You have no

right!”

“I have every right,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You’re on probation. That

means you follow our rules. And our rules say you don’t threaten our Luna.”

“I didn’t threaten her!” she protested, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence that was sickening to behold. “I was just talking to her. Ask anyone. They all saw it.”

But no one met her gaze. They all looked away, their faces a mixture of fear and shame. They knew she was lying. They had seen the venom in her eyes, the threat in her voice. But they were too scared to cross her, too scared of the power she wielded, the darkness she represented.

Dominic ignored her protests, pulling her across the wet tiles, her bare feet slapping against the ground. He didn’t stop until they were out of the pool area, hidden from view by a row of tall hedges. I followed, my heart pounding in my chest, my wolf on high alert.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she snarled, trying to pull her arm free. “This is assault!”

“You want to talk about threats?” he said, his voice dangerously low, his face inches from hers. “Let’s talk about the Shadow Coven. Let’s talk about the sign you made to Brenda. Let’s talk about the army you’re building in my pack.”

The color drained from her face, her bravado crumbling in the face of his raw, unbridled fury. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, her eyes darting around nervously.

“Don’t lie to me,” he roared, his Alpha power washing over her, forcing her to her knees. “You told the council that you didn’t have a home which was why you came back to my pack. But why did you also forget to add that you already joined one of the most dangerous covens in the world? Was that an honest mistake?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a terror that was finally, undeniably real. She had underestimated him, underestimated us. She thought we were blind, stupid, and weak. She thought she could play her little games without consequence.

“I’m going to give you one chance,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper. “And one

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chance only. Tell me what they want. Tell me what they’re planning. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live.”

She stared at him, her mind racing, her eyes darting back and forth. She was trapped, cornered, her

options dwindling with each passing second.

“I was desperate to have a family after losing my mother. I felt alone, banished from your pack and also from my coven. I needed to feel like I wasn’t alone, like I wasn’t an orphan, like I wasn’t

despised by all the people I’ve wronged, like I wasn’t a mistake, like I wasn’t the person everyone thought I was. They have nothing against you, and neither do I. I just want a fresh start.” Her words tumbled out, a torrent of self pity and feigned remorse, a desperate attempt to appeal to his

mercy.

“We are not your family, Yasmine,” I said, stepping out from behind the hedges, my voice as cold as

the ice forming in my veins. “And you are not an orphan. You are a murderer. You killed your own

mother.”

“No!” she shrieked, her face contorting in rage. “That’s a lie! I loved my mother!”

“Then where are the journals, Yasmine?” I pressed, my gaze unwavering. “The ones she kept for

years? The ones that detailed every aspect of pack life, every secret, every weakness? The ones

that were conveniently missing after her death? Did you burn them? Or did you give them to your

new family? To the Shadow Coven?”

“I have no idea about her journal. All I’ve done is try to mourn my mother’s death. Why would I lie about such a thing?” she cried, tears streaming down her face, but I saw through them. They were crocodile tears, a last, desperate attempt to manipulate us, to paint herself as the victim.

“The coven. What do they want?” Dominic growled, his patience wearing thin.

“They want me to be happy,” she sobbed. “They want me to find my place in the world.”

I was tired of this. Tired of the games, the lies, the manipulation. I wanted it to be over. I wanted her gone.

Dominic’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, his focus on the sobbing woman at his feet. But it buzzed again, insistent. With a frustrated sigh, he pulled it out.

“What?” he barked, his voice sharp with irritation.

He listened for a moment, his expression shifting from anger to confusion, then to a dawning horror. I watched him, my own dread mounting with each passing second.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest

He ended the call, his hand dropping to his side, the phone slipping from his grasp and clattering onto the pavement. He looked at me, his face ashem, his eyes filled with a terror I had never seen

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