The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Dominic’s POV

Ellie left the room without looking back. I tried to reach for her, but she stepped out of the way and didn’t even glance at me. She quietly shut the door behind her, and somehow, that was even worse than if she had

slammed it. 1

When she was gone, the space didn’t just feel silent; it was as if all of the air had been sucked out. Like she’d taken the atmosphere with her when she left.

She was still my wife. The marriage was final. We were bound, marked. Mates. But right now, it didn’t feel like it. The woman I’d married suddenly felt like even more of a stranger than she had before.

I pressed my hand to the bandages around my waist, wincing at the sensation of the fender wound pulling beneath. The skin was already knitting back together as my wolf’s healing kicked in. Thankfully, the knife hadn’t gone too deep, and she hadn’t hit any vital organs. By tomorrow, it would be nothing more than a red, angry scar. A memory of a moment that I couldn’t fully comprehend.

It didn’t make any sense. I had known Ellie for pretty much as long as I could remember. I knew her history as well as I knew my own, like one knows a topographical map of a place they’ve walked over and over.

And yet, somehow, she was talking about traumatic experiences involving men and knives.

An experience like that would have been something I’d heard about. Ellie wouldn’t keep something that severe from me.

Would she?

My first instinct when she said that was to think that she was lying. There had to be some other reason behind why she had kept a knife strapped to her thigh during our wedding, and why she had driven it into my ribs like she had been training for it.

Of course, my mind want to the most obvious place.

She wa

about it, I knew it made no sense. Ellie and I had a complicated history, but she wasn’t a had nothing to gain from doing it. Her health fully hinged on us being together, on wing the mark I had given her out of desperation.

Furthermore, I knew she loved me, even if she was hurt and angry. I could feel it in the bond we shared, even now. She was trying to hide it, not just from me but also from herself, but we both knew that she had a tenderness for me that wouldn’t go away so easily.

No. She wasn’t lying. Something had happened to her. Something big. And for whatever reason, she didn’t trust me enough to tell me.

My eyes flicked to the contract scattered across my desk. I walked over, picking it up, scanning the clause she’d spoken about.

“That wasn’t what I meant, Ellie,” I whispered, setting the paper aside with a sigh. Perhaps I’d worded it wrong. Perhaps I was foolish, and that was why she was so furious right now. I couldn’t blame her.

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