Between Two Alphas, My Heart Bleeds Silver novel Chapter 8

The Sicilian castle fell into deathly silence.

"Still no news of the Luna?"

Receiving a negative response, Dominic entered the master bedroom, burying his face deeply in my pillow.

Trying to find traces of my scent, he carefully picked up a stray strand of hair and pressed it to his chest.

A tear silently fell.

"Elena, where are you?"

Dominic lay in my usual spot, drifting back to those nights together.

Me nestled in his arms, looking at him with complete, unreserved trust.

Dominic suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, his chest feeling pierced by a blade, the pain nearly unbearable.

He rushed downstairs, fleeing this castle filled with too many memories.

Every corner held traces of me, like daggers continuously gouging his wounds, this pain almost tearing him apart.

Dominic sat desolately on the marble steps before the door, like a statue.

Until the downpour engulfed him, the Alpha's powerful body finally gave way.

His vision darkened as he fell unconscious in the rain.

Meanwhile, I was in a hidden medical laboratory in Milan.

Facing a body mutilated in a pack skirmish, I skillfully began restoration work.