The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 157

Ellie POV

That night, I’m settled into a bedroom that was told it was mine, but felt nothing like it.

Dominic’s mother and the maids had been almost aggressively cheerful about my arrive as soon as I rolled in, they pushed me through the halls like a prized acquisition, pointing out wardrobes I hadn’t opened yet, food I hadn’t tasted, views that would soon be mine.

Every reassurance came with a smile that said welcome home long before I was ready to hear it.

Like deja vu over and over and over again.

By the time they finally leave me alone in the old room, it was quiet and dim, lit only by candles flickering soft gold against the crestedwalls.

I remembered the room well. I was the same one I stayed in before Dominic and I wed the first time.

Those awful pink curtains. My hands threaed over the linen.

I kept them before out of respect, but this time they were so gone.

Yuck.

Outside the windows, the estate gardens were swallowed by night. Guards walking, changing shifts.

This all felt…awful. I shouldn’t be here. Yet here I was.

I exhale, my shoulders dropping.

Okay. I can do this.

I roll my chair to the bed, and shift forward, bracing my hands on the mattress as I try to move myself out of the wheelchair. My balance wobbles, panic flaring—

“Shit,” I mutter then when I try and lift myself, the wheel chain flies out from under me.

I yelp, but it’s caught, stopped.

“Need help?”

I startle.

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Dominic stands behind me, the doorway open like he’s been there longer than I realized, his presence filling the room in a way that makes my pulse jump. Before I can answer, before I can even decide whether want to, he slips his arms under me and lifts me effortlessly.

I gasp, fingers curling into his shirt out of instinct.

“Dominic-”

“I’ve got you,” he says quietly. “Remember?”

Memories of our wedding night flood me like a sinking ship. It wasn’t the same, but still, he hasd that same

tone.

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“Where were you all day?” I huff into his chest, tring to keep my cheeks cool.

“Working,” He said, “Heard you had so much fun seeing the grounds,”

“Yes,” I muttered, “You’re mother is quiet ecstatic about my acceptance.

He sets me down with care, hands warm and steady, lingering just long enough to make my face heat. He leanes over me and adjusts the pillows behind me so I’m sitting upright, close enough that I can feel the warmth from his chest radiating from him.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He nods once, han don the head board over me, then hesitates.

After a beat, he pulls back, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded stack of papers, setting them gently on my lap along with a pen. He sits beside me on the edge of the bed, close but not touching.

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