Chapter 1337
Chapter 1337:
Warm breath grazed my ear, carrying a scent that felt hauntingly familiar. “Makenna…” The man’s voice was rough, thick with emotion, his chin trembling as it rested on my shoulder. “It’s you… I knew you hadn’t left me…”
My heart seized, a jolt of recognition piercing through me.
That voice, I had heard it before, in the fractured echoes of my dreams! His embrace was fierce, almost suffocating, yet a strange warmth bloomed within me, easing my fear.
Time seemed to blur until, at last, he loosened his hold.
Turning, I met his gaze under the moonlight, emerald eyes glinting like polished jade, sharp features etched with intensity, and a small mole beneath one eye lending a roguish charm to his striking visage.
This face… it was the very one that haunted my restless nights!
“Who… who are you?” I stammered, stepping back, my voice quivering like a leaf in the wind.
The man’s expression faltered, a tide of unspoken agony flooding his emerald eyes. He seized my wrist, his grip fierce enough to bruise. “Makenna, you don’t know me? I’m Dominic… your mate.”
The name struck like a key turning in a rusted lock, unleashing a torrent of buried memories.
Pain lanced through my skull, and I wrenched my hand free, his warmth lingering like a brand on my skin. “I… I don’t know you. Jett is my mate!”
Dominic froze, his chiseled face paling to a ghostly hue beneath the moon’s glow.
In an instant, he pulled me close, his arms enveloping me as if he could meld our souls into one.
“You bear my mark, Makenna,” he rasped, his voice raw with desperation, his lips brushing my ear. “Here, the mark…” His hand pressed against the nape of my neck, then slid to my chest, over my racing heart. “And here, its beat mirrors mine.”
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My body trembled, my mind reeling as I stared into his eyes.
Could his words hold truth?
Deep within, a spark of familiarity flickered, his scent wrapping around me like a long-lost memory, as if we were bound by something ancient and unbreakable.
Suddenly, the distant clatter of footsteps and the sharp ring of clashing steel shattered the moment.
“Are they coming for you?” I asked, instinctively grasping Dominic’s hand, my heart heavy with dread.
His eyes turned icy, and he tugged me forward, his voice urgent. “Come with me, Makenna! I’ll whisk you away from this palace!”
The clamor of approaching footsteps grew louder, sharper, and a sudden, piercing ache stabbed through my chest.
I couldn’t let Dominic come to harm.
The thought surged unbidden, yet its intensity overwhelmed me.
I wrenched my hand free and gestured toward the dense rose bushes behind the swing. “Dominic, hide there, now!”
Dominic’s gaze locked onto mine, a fierce, soul-searing look that seemed to unravel me.
He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a bruising, desperate kiss, the sharp tang of blood blooming between us. “Remember this, Makenna, it’s the taste you once cherished above all.”
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