The Luna Queen's Rebirth (Ellie and Dominic) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441

Ellie’s POV

Pain tore me out of sleep so fast I didn’t have time to understand what had happened before I was already sitting up, gasping, clutching at my chest as a cold sweat coated my back.

For a second I thought someone had stabbed me. My fingers ripped aside my nightgown, feeling for blood, but there was nothing there.Just my own heart thudding wildly against my ribs.

The room was dark and quiet, nothing out of place, no sign of what had woken me so violently, no assassin hiding in the shadows-and still the pain kept coming in waves.

I took a breath, calming myself.

“Just a nightmare,” I whispered.

But it didn’t fade the way a nightmare was supposed to. The pain only got worse, my wolf whining in the back of my head. I felt her there, curled up, head tucked away, ears pinned flat.

Something was wrong.

I threw the blankets off and swung my legs out of bed, the floor freezing under my bare feet, and barely felt it. I stood there a second, one hand braced against the wall as the room spun around me, before I pulled the sweater off the back of the chair and yanked it over my head, then made my way over to the kitchen area and flipped on the light over the stove.

My hands shook almost violently as I filled the kettle, making water slosh out of the top. I told myself it was a bad dream still hanging on, even though I didn’t recall having one at all.

I dug the chamomile out of the cupboard, the same blend I gave patients who couldn’t sleep, and measured out a spoonful with fingers that kept fumbling the spoon. The kettle screamed. I poured the water, let it steep, and stood at the counter waiting.

My wolf was pacing now, snarling.

“What’s going on?” I said out loud. I pressed my hand to my sternum and rubbed, as if that would ease the pain.

It didn’t.

“Something’s being taken.The bond…”

I froze.

“The bond.”

Marking.

Someone was marking him.

I laughed once, short and humorless, a sound that was far too loud for the empty kitchen. Of course. Of course he had. I was the one who packed a bag and walked out the door and made him sign the divorce papers.

I’d told him to move on. I’d told myself to move on. That it would be better this way, for everyone involved, and most importantly-it would stop history in its tracks before another horrible thing repeated itself in a different flavor in this life.

Besides, what did I expect? He was running for Alpha King. A candidate could perform better with a Luna standing beside him, someone with the right bloodline and the right smile for cameras, someone who hadn’t come with eighteen years of baggage and a dead mother and a body that had already been murdered once in another life.

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