The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280

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Dominic’s POV

I didn’t sleep at all that night. Instead, I had laid in bed for most of the night, staring at the ceiling with my arms behind my head, going over everything I’d said in that alley until the words had worn grooves into my brain.

Now, in the light of the morning sun, the guilt hit like a sledgehammer to the chest.

The thing was, I had been so certain for so long that Ellie was the problem. That she was the one causing all of the upset in this marriage with her distance and the way that she seemed to keep turning to Lucas, and now Colt, whenever things went wrong.

Not me. Never me.

But now I wasn’t so sure.

I still felt that she had a hand in the downfall of our marriage. There was no denying that. But maybe I’d had

one, too.

Most things took two hands to accomplish, anyway.

The truth was, the jealousy had been eating at me since the wedding, and I had been fool enough to let it. The result was that I had become suspicious and heavy-handed and had spent more time looking for evidence of something that might not even exist than actually trying to fix what was broken between us.

The phone. I kept coming back to the phone. I’d grabbed it out of her hand like she was a child I didn’t trust, and she hadn’t been doing anything wrong. She’d been talking to a friend. I had checked her call log after she stormed out of the lounge and she hadn’t been lying. She told me she was talking to a friend, and I hadn’t believed her, and in that moment I had been exactly the person she’d always accused me of being. Jealous, controlling, and selfish.

By the time the house started waking up around me, I’d made up my mind. I was going to apologize. Not a halfhearted “I’m sorry you felt that way” kind of apology, either, but a real one, for the phone, for the alley, for the way I’d unwittingly made her feel like she couldn’t trust me for months. For all of it.

I didn’t know if she would accept it. She probably wouldn’t, at least not right away, not after everything. But I was going to offer it anyway. Because it was the right thing to do. And it was a lot better for both of us than sitting here and letting things fester.

Ellie was still my wife. Even if she didn’t seem to want to be. And we needed to be a team.

I went down to the kitchen before anyone else was up and put together a tray. Coffee, toast, and some fresh fruit. It was what she usually ate in the morning; something simple and delicious. I hoped it would be enough to soften last night, even if only a little.

I picked up the tray and went upstairs, where I knocked on her door. There was no answer.

“Ellie?” I called out, knocking again. “Can we talk?”

Still no answer. I tried the handle, finding it unlocked, and pushed the door open just a few inches. “Ellie?” I poked my head into the room, fully prepared to have a pillow or something launched at me.

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Surprisingly or perhaps not so surprisingly-the room was empty. The bed was made, the bathroom and closet doors were hanging open, and Ellie’s boots that usually sat by her dresser were gone.

I straightened, still holding the tray, and sighed. She must have gone to the academy already. Probably in an effort to avoid me.

I was just turning to take the tray back downstairs when I ran into Mara. She was holding a basket of linens, and her eyes widened a little when she saw me.

“Alpha.” She bowed her head and curtsied. Judging from the reddening of her cheeks, I got the sense that something was going on.

“Where’s Ellie?” I asked.

She looked up. I could see her throat bob. “She, um… Went out.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You were hired to keep an eye on her, Mara.”

“I know.” She took a breath. “I was just considering how to tell you. Here.” She reached into her pocket and withdrew something: a small, white envelope.

Mara handed it to me, and I took it with one hand while I set the tray down on the hallway table with the other. I opened the envelope and slid out its contents, which was just a single sheet of folded, lined paper.

Glancing up at her through my brows, I unfolded the paper and read it.

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