Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666 The Man Named Dominic Reid

Benjamin’s POV:

Finished

I stood beside the crystal coffin, gazing at the man sleeping inside. I had ordered Lawrence to try to wake up his wolf, but no matter how many times he attempted, there was no response.

His stillness was absolute, his existence eerily close to that of the dead.

I exhaled slowly. Who was Dominic Reid, and what was his relationship with Hayley? How did she feel about him?

She sent a young girl for me. Was this something all women in love would do? Or did Hayley not mind if I fell in love with someone else?

Countless questions swirled in my mind, yet not a single answer surfaced.

Hayley’s POV:

It was already afternoon when I returned from the black market.

Just as I was about to step through the door, an unusual commotion from the neighboring courtyard caught my attention. I turned on my heel and headed straight for Benjamin’s place.

The moment I stepped into the yard, I was met with chickens and ducks flapping wildly in all directions, feathers swirling through the air. I stood there, momentarily stunned.

In the center of the madness, Darcy stood with a knife, too frightened by the panicked chickens and ducks to open her eyes.

She shrieked, holding the knife in front of her. Despite her frenzied attacks, not a single chicken or duck was wounded.

Darcy’s incessant screaming was deafening. I summoned Hera’s power, swiftly capturing a few of the shrieking chickens and ducks, silencing them. Finally, peace returned to the courtyard.

“My grandparents prefer quiet, so don’t cause another scene.” With that, I left without a second glance.

Seriously, what was she even pretending to be weak for? She was a full–fledged werewolf, yet she couldn’t even handle a few chickens and ducks! Or was she deliberately trying to get Benjamin’s attention?

Shaking off the thought. I headed back home irritably.

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Chapter 666 The Man Named Dominic Reid

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Darcy’s POV:

My well–prepared scheme to catch Benjamin’s attention was completely ruined by Hayley’s sudden interference.

It’s a pity that she was the daughter of the Sanders patriarch, so no matter how much I wanted to teach her a lesson, I couldn’t just shift into my wolf form.

I glanced down at the now–motionless chickens and ducks lying on the ground. Left with no choice, I gathered them up and dragged them into the kitchen.

Then, I spent two painstaking hours carefully preparing the meal with the chef’s help.

When I plated the final dish, Benjamin had returned from outside.

Excitement surged through me. I rushed forward, beaming as I greeted him, “Mr. Benjamin, you’re back! Dinner is just about ready!”

Benjamin stepped inside, his gaze dropping to the spread of dishes on the table. Instead of approval, his brows furrowed. “Who told you to cook?” He asked with an unmistakable edge.