The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 166

Ellie POV

Dominic stands behind me like the choice for Vivian to help had been made up. Both her and I wearing the same wide eyes, shocked at how fast this wedding was moving.

I’d have no time to push him away…

I shook my head, then glared back at him.

Only problem at a time.

“Hi,” I say, turning toward Dominic, my voice tight. “Sorry, did you not hear me? I said no.”

He doesn’t react to my tone. Just watches me, calm and steady in that infuriating way of his.

“You’ve made it very clear,” he says evenly, “that you don’t want to participate in Luna duties. I’ve respected that. But the responsibilities still exist, Ellie. If it’s not you, then it’s my mother. And she has enough to do.”

Something sour twists low in my stomach.

“That’s not my fault. I said my terms. You agreed,” I remind him, quieter now but sharper. “You’re not going to guilt me into a role I never said I wanted. You said I could live how I choose. That this wouldn’t-”

“And you can,” he interrupts. “Nothing about that has changed. But the work doesn’t disappear just because you don’t want it. I’m just recruiting help. Vivian’s been at management academy since the start, a great eye for things. We could use the skill set.”

I glance at Vivian.

She’s trying to hide it, but I catch it. That tiny lift at the corner of her mouth. That smug, satisfied flicker she thinks no one notices.

I step back and grab the door.

“Get out,” I say, looking straight at her.

Her eyes widen, but not from fear. From performance. “Ellie, I only meant to help—”

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“No.” My grip tightens on the handle. “If I see you here again, I’m shoving those rose thorns right across your eyes.”

She gasps like I slapped her. “Ellie!”

I slam the door before she can finish.

The sound cracks through the foyer, loud enough to feel good for half a second.

When I turn, I run straight into him, face sandwiched between pecks. Which on any other day, might be nice.

My forehead slides up slowly to meet his glare down.

When I turned, I nearly ran right into his chest.

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My forehead bumps him, and I tilt my head back, already annoyed.

He’s got that look. The one that means he’s not moving.

“Move,” I scoff. “The only reason I want to be at this door is for pizza.”

He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight. “You’re overreacting.’

“Over pizza? Not really.” I shrug. “I’m hungry.

“More like hangry.”

My brows pull together. “That’s because you keep pissing me off, and we aren’t even married yet.” I poke his chest. “What happened to you not undermining me? You said I make my own choices.”

He doesn’t move from the poke. Doesn’t even flinch.

“No,” he corrects calmly. “I said we discuss things. I tell you what I think. You tell me what you think. And we come to an agreement.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “But I already told you my answer.

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